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Would you, even though I haven't told you a thing? Didn't you call it unbalanced?
Ah, why is it that teenagers tend to flock around me? I'm not that neat, but if you say so.
Don't you fucking tell me-- [He begins with his vitriol but he's hauled up. However, instead of using the moment to launch another attack he wraps his arms around Akira's back, nails digging into his sides as much as the fabric of his shirt allows.
And well.. RIP to Akira's ears and to all those who might be near because Akechi just screams. Letting out that pent up aggression, hate and frustration out. All that he's been holding in ever since arriving here, without having a way to let them out. He keeps going until his lungs burn and his voice dies out, the tension slowly fading away from his body, leaving him light and gasping for the air.
A moment. And another. Then allows his hold loosen, but not yet letting go.]
Stop smothering me.
And well.. RIP to Akira's ears and to all those who might be near because Akechi just screams. Letting out that pent up aggression, hate and frustration out. All that he's been holding in ever since arriving here, without having a way to let them out. He keeps going until his lungs burn and his voice dies out, the tension slowly fading away from his body, leaving him light and gasping for the air.
A moment. And another. Then allows his hold loosen, but not yet letting go.]
Stop smothering me.
Or maybe because I don't care much about what you do, but what~ever your pick is!
Edited 2023-05-09 20:04 (UTC)
[Bitchy Wife why must you be so unbelievably insane at all times?]
[Akira winces at the way Akechi just grabs him, and then goes very still when Akechi starts screaming, letting his hands come to rest at the base of his neck, instead. After a while once he falls silent, he smudges his thumbs against his skin in something he hopes is a comforting gesture.]
...I'm not.
[Akira winces at the way Akechi just grabs him, and then goes very still when Akechi starts screaming, letting his hands come to rest at the base of his neck, instead. After a while once he falls silent, he smudges his thumbs against his skin in something he hopes is a comforting gesture.]
...I'm not.
[He's here to make sure you won't have a boring moment in your life.]
You are. [He mutters against Akira's shoulder, voice raw and and quiet. Another moment passes. Akechi takes deep breath and taps other's back lightly.]
Really. I'm done. You can let go now.
You are. [He mutters against Akira's shoulder, voice raw and and quiet. Another moment passes. Akechi takes deep breath and taps other's back lightly.]
Really. I'm done. You can let go now.
[A frown appears to his face and he's about to lecture Akira being so damn clingy but then it registers that it's actually him who keeps holding on the other. Lips drawn slightly back he pushes himself away from their embrace. His cheeks are flushed red from all the screaming, but outside of that it's like all the color has been drained from his face.]
Of course. [An ugly croak. Yeah, he's looking at Akira like the last few minutes didn't just happen.]
Of course. [An ugly croak. Yeah, he's looking at Akira like the last few minutes didn't just happen.]
[Akechi averts his gaze, focusing on the spot of the grass on their side rather than Akira's face.
'No', he almost says. He doesn't want to tell him a freaking thing but he knows Akira won't let it be if he stays silent.]
I was mad and needed to let out some steam. That's all.
'No', he almost says. He doesn't want to tell him a freaking thing but he knows Akira won't let it be if he stays silent.]
I was mad and needed to let out some steam. That's all.
I don't plan on getting a concussion if that's what you're-- Don't.
[He grunts and moves his head to the side. Now that all the adrenaline and tension is gone the pain from his injuries and ache from their brawl settles back in. Akira's touch doesn't hurt but it's uncomfortable enough to make him grimace a little]
How's your nose?
[He grunts and moves his head to the side. Now that all the adrenaline and tension is gone the pain from his injuries and ache from their brawl settles back in. Akira's touch doesn't hurt but it's uncomfortable enough to make him grimace a little]
How's your nose?
[He makes a face, rolling his eyes, but doesn't continue pawing.]
Bleeding, but it's fine. It's not broken, a nosebleed every so often is probably healthy, or something. What're the marks on your neck?
Bleeding, but it's fine. It's not broken, a nosebleed every so often is probably healthy, or something. What're the marks on your neck?
Edited (why did it not give me an icon) 2023-05-09 21:12 (UTC)
[Don't make a face at him!! Akechi let's out an aggravated sigh, rolling his shoulders.]
I was in a fight. [Whiiiich isn't actually true. He couldn't do anything to Dazai while he toyed with Akechi.] It got messy.
I was in a fight. [Whiiiich isn't actually true. He couldn't do anything to Dazai while he toyed with Akechi.] It got messy.
Tch. [Akechi clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at him.]
Nothing so dramatic. The person I fought stole my gun and broke finger. [He raises his hand showing him the swollen finger in the makeshift cast. It's already gained darker color around the broken knuckle.] Another guy showed up and grabbed my neck. That's where the marks are from.
Nothing so dramatic. The person I fought stole my gun and broke finger. [He raises his hand showing him the swollen finger in the makeshift cast. It's already gained darker color around the broken knuckle.] Another guy showed up and grabbed my neck. That's where the marks are from.
Fine? Of course no-- [His voice breaks just as he's about to raise it. His face twists in annoyance but he does offer his hand to him. Reluctantly, mind you.]
Edited 2023-05-09 21:42 (UTC)
[Akira takes his hand carefully and gives him a smile, not touching the broken finger but looking at it.]
...so you're telling me somebody broke your finger and put welts on your neck in the shape of hands, but this is completely fine. You can't tell me you don't know what this looks like.
...so you're telling me somebody broke your finger and put welts on your neck in the shape of hands, but this is completely fine. You can't tell me you don't know what this looks like.
[Luckily, it has started to grow numb around the swollen area, but it's still sore enough to make him bite down his lip.]
No, Akira. I don't know what it looks like. [His voice is dry and cold. He knows what you're implying here and he doesn't like it.]
Why don't you tell me.
No, Akira. I don't know what it looks like. [His voice is dry and cold. He knows what you're implying here and he doesn't like it.]
Why don't you tell me.
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