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[Her lip quirks up just briefly in the hint of a humorless smile, and she turns her hand to let it cup his cheek for a moment. So much for getting advice.]
I'll try to do better.
[She lets her hand fall back to her chest, feeling her heart ache.]
I guess I don't know if I should reach out. To Dazai-san or Akechi-san. Chuuya said it helped, but... I don't think either of them think that.
I'll try to do better.
[She lets her hand fall back to her chest, feeling her heart ache.]
I guess I don't know if I should reach out. To Dazai-san or Akechi-san. Chuuya said it helped, but... I don't think either of them think that.
Edited 2023-05-11 01:36 (UTC)
[The thing about fever is that at some point the hotness turns into unbearable coldness. Your body might be radiating heat but inside you feel like freezing. And that's exactly where Akechi is currently at.
He's managed to doze off while waiting for Akira. The shift in the mattress stirs him awake and he automatically turns around in the bed to get closer the new source of heat]
He's managed to doze off while waiting for Akira. The shift in the mattress stirs him awake and he automatically turns around in the bed to get closer the new source of heat]
[Oh. Oh? Has he been given clearance for cuddles??? He has to remind himself, yet again, that it's definitely the fever coloring Akechi's actions, but damn if he isn't going to capitalize on this one. He scoots closer, rumbling a quiet sound, and holds one arm up to beckon Akechi closer.]
C'mon, I'm a space heater.
C'mon, I'm a space heater.
Dazai I wouldn't know, given most of my conversation with him he was acting like a twelve year old, but... Akechi sort of always acts like a twelve year old. Dazai is just one in the midst of a depressive sugar rush, and Akechi is one trying really hard to look threatening when he's kind of just an angry chihuahua.
[She almost laughs at that, simply from the wording, but can't quite manage to summon up the laugh itself. It's just a weak huff of air through her nose.]
That's what Dazai-san always calls Chuuya. An angry chihuahua.
...Did Akechi have an Arcana? For you, I mean.
That's what Dazai-san always calls Chuuya. An angry chihuahua.
...Did Akechi have an Arcana? For you, I mean.
Shut up.
[He groans with a silent voice. It's not a real protest or anything as he accept the invitation and shuffles closer, pressing his body against Akira's. His head hides under Akira's chin, hot forehead resting on his collar bone.
Akechi's body is shivering and yet covered in a light layer of sweat. Almost as if he hadn't taken a bath to begin with. How gross]
[He groans with a silent voice. It's not a real protest or anything as he accept the invitation and shuffles closer, pressing his body against Akira's. His head hides under Akira's chin, hot forehead resting on his collar bone.
Akechi's body is shivering and yet covered in a light layer of sweat. Almost as if he hadn't taken a bath to begin with. How gross]
[She makes a noise of recognition and realization.]
The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed, [she mutters to herself, lips twisting into another wry, humorless smile. A joke that isn't at all funny, but made for her own sake. It's what the Appriser -- Ryoji -- kept saying when they were fighting, changing forms and Arcana. Mentally, she shifts to the appropriate Persona, reaching out to the angel.]
Melchizedek.
[Which of course doesn't summon him, because she's not trying to; it's just a statement. That's the Persona she has with her that matches him.]
The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed, [she mutters to herself, lips twisting into another wry, humorless smile. A joke that isn't at all funny, but made for her own sake. It's what the Appriser -- Ryoji -- kept saying when they were fighting, changing forms and Arcana. Mentally, she shifts to the appropriate Persona, reaching out to the angel.]
Melchizedek.
[Which of course doesn't summon him, because she's not trying to; it's just a statement. That's the Persona she has with her that matches him.]
Edited 2023-05-11 02:09 (UTC)
[He isn't so sure he wants to know what that means regarding her Justice Arcana, but he doesn't question it, just watching her reach inside and call upon, to the minimal extent she's able, the appropriate Persona. It's interesting. He doesn't call out to the demon, but he does close his eyes to think for a minute on who he had, of Justice.]
I had Metatron, for Justice, last time I was in the Metaverse.
I had Metatron, for Justice, last time I was in the Metaverse.
[Perhaps it's good that he can't see or feel Akira's face from this position, he's not sure if he'd appreciate such smile now that he's feeling so miserable himself.
He shifts a little in Akira's hold, trying to adjust his injured hand so that there won't be any pressure on it. Then he closes his eyes again, focuses on listening the way Akira's heart beats inside his chest and breathes in his scent. He can smell the faint traces of the soap and coffee.]
You smell nice. [He whispers out his observation, trying to move closer]
He shifts a little in Akira's hold, trying to adjust his injured hand so that there won't be any pressure on it. Then he closes his eyes again, focuses on listening the way Akira's heart beats inside his chest and breathes in his scent. He can smell the faint traces of the soap and coffee.]
You smell nice. [He whispers out his observation, trying to move closer]
[Her hand closes into a gentle fist over her heart. Melchizedek had been the Persona she'd been able to fuse after spending time with Ken. Briefly, she wonders if the key to his old house was still in her room where she'd left it. What injustice had Akechi faced, or what had transpired in his life to make him be that for Akira...? Questions that are a little too personal to be asked easily, she thinks.
But she blinks in some confusion, mentally flicking to Metatron herself.]
I have him, too, but he's not Justice. He's the Aeon.
[The Persona she'd gotten from Aigis.]
But she blinks in some confusion, mentally flicking to Metatron herself.]
I have him, too, but he's not Justice. He's the Aeon.
[The Persona she'd gotten from Aigis.]
Keep your non-boyfriend-who-you-have-fist-fights-with in check.
Mmm.. [He hums in agreement, because obviously that was the case.
He stays quiet for a moment, allowing Akira's warmth lull him into the comfort. Just when was last time he had something like this? When was last time someone had hold him and comforted him through fever?
Of course he knows exactly when that was and the answer only makes him breathe out sharply and eyes feel wet under his closed lids. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He swears in his mind, shaking his head a little.]
He stays quiet for a moment, allowing Akira's warmth lull him into the comfort. Just when was last time he had something like this? When was last time someone had hold him and comforted him through fever?
Of course he knows exactly when that was and the answer only makes him breathe out sharply and eyes feel wet under his closed lids. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He swears in his mind, shaking his head a little.]
Mm... it was kind of special. It was the same number as Judgement, like... next to it. [She holds up both hands side by side as if that could somehow illustrate her point, but of course it can't, it's so hard to explain these kinds of things.]
By the time I unlocked it, things were kind of busy. I never got around to asking Theo about it.
[She drops her hands to her chest again, the XXII pins in her hair glinting in the sunlight. She'd had the pins for a long time, but never really got the significance of them until the past year. She'd just liked the design when she'd bought them.]
By the time I unlocked it, things were kind of busy. I never got around to asking Theo about it.
[She drops her hands to her chest again, the XXII pins in her hair glinting in the sunlight. She'd had the pins for a long time, but never really got the significance of them until the past year. She'd just liked the design when she'd bought them.]
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