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[murderingjustice]

[Okay, you know what. The playful bump is allowed, even if it does make Akechi grimace sourly. He was getting lost in his heard anyway.]

That just proves how much of a masochist you are on top of being an idiot. [He groans, placing his free hand on top of Akira's that's teasing around his hair, leaning his forehead forward.]

I believe this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me.

[chemex]

[He chuckles softly.] Guilty.

[Another hum, curious this time, and he tips his face forward, bumping their noses and then ghosting his lips over Akechi's. He breathes there a moment, tapping gentle, barely-there kisses for a moment, keeping his eyes open partway to watch his reaction.]

[murderingjustice]

[Akechi tilts his head slightly to the side, avoid smashing their noses together. Although, that probably wasn't going to happen seeing how careful Akira was being with him -- a stark contrast to their prior, heated and hurried kisses where they had clung on each other, as if fearing that the time would run out.]

Asshole. [He whispers against Akira's lips as he meets them for each kiss, chasing after the subtle aftertaste of the coffee.] I want a bookshelf. One not made of dark wood. [He murmurs and kisses him again, this time he moves hand behind back of Akira's head to pull him even more closer.] And no strongly scented items. [Kiss, kiss.] And don't even think about matching coffee cups or other gross shit.

[chemex]

Your asshole, [He admonishes gently, laughing into the kiss at his sudden demands.] I can build us a bookshelf..., [Kiss. He lingers a moment, on this one.] Coffee is about as strong as I go. [Pulling back, he grins cattishly, wrinkling his nose.] Too late, I already have one like the one I got you for your birthday.

[murderingjustice]

In your dreams, loser. [Insults are definitely words of endearment, right? At least between rivals. Akechi keeps kissing him between words, unable to keep himself from grinning -- this situation is pretty silly. And he's just almost too greedy to let Akira pull away from the contact.] I'll smash them. [No he won't. It's an empty threat.]

[chemex]

[Just a rumbled chuckle in his throat, and he keeps with the pacing of the lighter kisses until Akechi makes his thread, empty or not. He pauses, drawing away just enough to have space between their lips, and then presses forward with a bit more fervor, prying Akechi's mouth open by slowly opening his own against his lips and immediately seeking to taste.]

[It's short-lived, however, when after a scant few seconds of sucking on the end of Akechi's tongue he pulls back.] You won't.

[murderingjustice]

[Without even thinking of it, Akechi inhales deep as he parts his lips and welcomes Akira in -- kissing back with eagerly while allowing the other one take lead. There's a soft moan forming, trying to escape within him along with a pleased sigh.

..But then Akira pulls back. Akechi presses his lips into a dissatisfied line. Fucking tease.] Try and stop me. [And with that he leans back in, taking Akira's bottom lip between his teeth. His bite isn't strong enough to actually hurt but it should sting a bit.]

[chemex]

[He just chuckles again, the sound a crackling rumble in his chest as Akechi takes his lip between his teeth, and he finally closes his eyes and releases his hand in favor of reaching up to carefully set a hand at his jawline. He presses past the biting teeth, then, opening his mouth and pressing, staying this time.]

[murderingjustice]

[Hey! Don't laugh at him, he's being totally serious here! Okay, he can't help but meet Akira's chuckles with a quiet, amused huff of a laughter. He, too, closes his eyes and tightens his own hold behind Akira's neck pulling him in as he let's go off the lip - welcoming yet another kiss.

This time, he makes sure to appreciate the longevity of it, forcing the rest of his world to slow down as his curious tongue pushes to meet Akira's. To think he used to find this gross not too long ago.

He's almost off his seat, crouching over the small coffee table that dares to separate them from each other. Really, if he pushes further he might as well climb on top of the damn thing.]

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[nullificates]

homework: make me the best piña colada i have ever had

you have three hours

🔫💔

[murderingjustice]

are you still at Lupin?

[chemex]

should i be concerned by your lack of capitalization?
i'm off in ten.

[murderingjustice]

nhaah--- [The charm is picking up the incoherent sounds he's making, trying to translate them to words.

Wait, he defs got this.]

don't freak out

I got shot. I'm at the inn.

[chemex]

[He doesn't text back.]

[And it's more like three minutes before he's colliding with the entry door to the Inn, having skid to try and slow down and make the turn and not quite getting there, and he sees Akechi on the stairs.]

What the fuck! [More scrambling, and he crowds him but doesn't touch him immediately.] What the fuck. What happened. [He's out of breath and he looks absolutely terrified, but, it's fine.]

[murderingjustice]

[He said don't freak out!

Anyway, Akira is going to find his boyfriend leaning against the stair case, only managing to brave a few steps before he just couldn't. He's white and shaking allover with a sheet of sweat over his face. Yeah. Not a very attractive sight, babe.

He doesn't look up immediately. His body just refuses to move, as if it was broken. It hurts all over but Akechi had thought that the drugs Chuuya gave him would have been enough to get him to his own room but.. oh well.]

Shhh. [Akechi hisses, left hand pressing over his bloodied side.] Told you. I got shot. Some psycho with a gun.. came at me.

[chemex]

[And you expected him to heed that??]

[Akira is quick to duck under him, sitting on the stairs and reaching out to offer for him to settle for a moment.] Okay. Is-- is the bullet still there? I can clean it, I can bandage it, but I don't know if I can take out a bullet. [He's rattling, he's so clearly spooked, but his tone is even and apart from taking short, shallow breaths he's remarkably calm.]

[murderingjustice]

Nuh-- [He begins, voice slurred and incoherent. Akechi really wants to lean away from Akira, avoid touch of any kind. He's that uncomfortable.]

Don't.. It's fine. Just [He pauses, tilting his head side to finally look at Akira. His eyes are red and so tired.] help me up?

[chemex]

It's. Not fine,

[But he does shift out from under him and carefully take his arm to help him up.] Where...? [He sees where he's shielding, where his hand is pressed to his side, but he can't be sure exactly where he was shot.]

[murderingjustice]

[For a moment there Akechi just stays still, breathing slowly and harshly as he prepares himself for the next step. It takes a lot of strength and will power from him to perform even the simplest moves. Slowly, he reaches out to take Akira's arm and pushes himself up.

God. Just that is enough to make his vision go white as if he was going to pass out.] On my side.. [He breathes out, leaning his entire weight on Akira.] Left side. Chuuya took the bullet out.

[chemex]

[Akira carefully shifts his weight to accommodate for Akechi's, bracing with his feet planted. He nods, mindful of his left side, and pulls his right arm over his shoulders.]

Okay. Walk as best you can, and lean on me. [He's very clipped in how he talks, focused on the stairs and getting Akechi up them. Curse this place for not having an elevator, anyway.]

[murderingjustice]

[The inn really isn't all that accessible. He'll so file the complaints later and go full Karen on the management. If he makes it through this shitty ordeal. Because, fuck, suddenly walking is the hardest thing he's ever done in his life.

Cursing, through his teeth, Akechi takes slow, dragging and agonizing steps -- climbing up the stairs. Although he pauses before they even make it halfway through to take a deep breath. Fuck, he feels like throwing up already. ]

Shit. [Meanwhile he knows he shouldn't be moving so much when injured, his wound still fresh and hold back together by the sutures made by Chuuya, but he still pushes forward. The sooner they're back in their room, the sooner he can rest.]

[chemex]

Take it easy, we'll get there.

[He's letting Akechi set the pace, supporting him when he isn't moving and helping to leverage him when he is. It's slow progress, but progress all the same, and even not being shot and bleeding Akira feels tension ease from his shoulders when they reach the top of the stairs.]

[murderingjustice]

Shut. Up. [He groans, voice pained and strained. It takes probably about thrice as long as it normally would for them to make it to the top of the stairs. Akechi is out of breath, his feet wobbly and he is clinging on Akira as if his life depended on it. If he was any less proud he'd ask Akira to carry him..]

Okay. [Just end of the hall, right? He can do this. After another brief pause he keeps going, feeling his wound scream at every step.] Keys. Hurry.

[chemex]

Way ahead of you. [He'd somehow managed to get his keys while they climbed the top step, jangling them as they approach the door. He unlocks it with one hand, turns the knob, and boots the door open, shuffling them inside and immediately snagging a chair to let Goro sit.]

[And once he's sitting, Akira is in motion again, taking off his own shoes, shutting the door, and getting a variety of things that he brings back to him. Two bowls of water, bandages (from where?), a small first aid kit, and after a beat of looking at how pale Akechi was, he pulls a lined trash bin over.]

[He points to it.] That's if you need to puke. Can you take your shirt off, or do you need me to?

[murderingjustice]

[Another pained groan leaves from him when he's ushered inside. The weight shifting off his feet to his lower body as he sits down hits him like a hot flare, burning through his body]

Fuuck. [It's awful. There just isn't a comfy way to sit. His breathing is ragged and pitiful as he watches Akira to shuffle around, gather the various items. He shakes his head a little at the question, struggling to keep his face as straight as possible.]

Can't lift my arms. [a pause.] Painkillers?