[ Joke's on Akechi, Maruki's already texted Rumi to check on him because he's 99.9% sure he's made him cry. Granted, it's sometimes difficult not to make him cry, but certain triggers and tells became very easy to spot very early on.
Akechi is a child. He doesn't have to be strong. He can cry because he misses his parent. He can cry because he misses his mother. They both know. ]
I'll carry you the whole way home. You won't even have to sit on the subway back to the apartment.
We'll talk tomorrow too, okay? I can even call you before you go to school, if you promise to wake up early enough.
[The blankets wrap around him seconds after he presses seems, tight and comforting. Pressure against the cushion, Rumi's arrival to the scene of phone crimes.
She always knows when he's sad. It's her power. Pulled into a lap, blankets and all, without being forced from his fabric shell.
Hand on his back. Quiet words. 'You're okay' kind and soft from her lips.
`I'm okay` and he's no longer bothering to choke back his sadness. She lets him cry, so he does.]
ok ill stay up all night i wont miss it ill wait forever i wont stop dont forget
i really love you be safe dont hurt your legs or get a head ache ill make sure we pay rent and water so you dont have to do that
He takes a screenshot of his own. Saves it in an Akechi specific folder. Endless photos of every combination of the three of them, screenshots of the funniest messages he's sent, pictures of things he's seen in shops that Akechi might like, scribbled notes and drawings, everything he's ever brought home from school, Featherman screenshots to send him, everything.
Something settles in his chest, warm and heavy.
He never hated being gone for conferences before this one. ]
I will.
I've been telling everyone here how wonderful my kid is. If anything, you're helping me make friends!
[ Not untrue at all. Every former professor, every familiar face from grad school, every one of his students: They all get the proudest update of his life, they all see the school photo in his wallet. ]
Go enjoy dinner and get ready for bed. Have fun dreams to tell me about in the morning. Goodnight, little prince.
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Akechi is a child. He doesn't have to be strong. He can cry because he misses his parent. He can cry because he misses his mother. They both know. ]
I'll carry you the whole way home. You won't even have to sit on the subway back to the apartment.
We'll talk tomorrow too, okay? I can even call you before you go to school, if you promise to wake up early enough.
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She always knows when he's sad. It's her power. Pulled into a lap, blankets and all, without being forced from his fabric shell.
Hand on his back. Quiet words. 'You're okay' kind and soft from her lips.
`I'm okay` and he's no longer bothering to choke back his sadness. She lets him cry, so he does.]
ok
ill stay up all night
i wont miss it
ill wait forever
i wont stop
dont forget
i really love you
be safe
dont hurt your legs
or get a head ache
ill make sure we pay rent
and water
so you dont have to do that
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I love you! Don't be sad. I promise we'll talk before you go to school, and then again when I get back to the hotel at night.
(づ˘ ³˘ (´｡• ᴖ •｡`)
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She keeps rubbing his back until his hand shoots out from the blanket pile with the phone gripped in his palm- he needs help doing a screenshot again.
She does it, like always. Presses it back into his hand after. Tickles his sides through the warm fabric until he laughs through sniffs and- ]
(づ˘ ³˘ (´｡• ᴖ •｡`)
ok
they always sleep for 8 hours
heroes have to sleep well
were havi ng ramen and then well sleep
dad
be good
make friends at that place
dont get sc ared of bit coin booms
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He takes a screenshot of his own. Saves it in an Akechi specific folder. Endless photos of every combination of the three of them, screenshots of the funniest messages he's sent, pictures of things he's seen in shops that Akechi might like, scribbled notes and drawings, everything he's ever brought home from school, Featherman screenshots to send him, everything.
Something settles in his chest, warm and heavy.
He never hated being gone for conferences before this one. ]
I will.
I've been telling everyone here how wonderful my kid is. If anything, you're helping me make friends!
[ Not untrue at all. Every former professor, every familiar face from grad school, every one of his students: They all get the proudest update of his life, they all see the school photo in his wallet. ]
Go enjoy dinner and get ready for bed. Have fun dreams to tell me about in the morning. Goodnight, little prince.
(_ _)。゜zｚＺ
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(_ _)。゜zｚＺ
(_ _)。゜zｚＺ
(_ _)。゜zｚＺ
(_ _)。゜zｚＺ
you me mom
and my mom
good night
king dad