[It hurts, actually. That Akechi is so out of sorts without a revenge bender to focus on, without something to kill, that they don't even know who or what they are. That he can't just-- fix it, like he's supposed to. That Akechi would absolutely rather go back to a reality where he's dead than deal with Akira's incompetence to make them a functional pair of rivals. Even a functional pair of friends.]
[His expression twists up and he shifts, abruptly, standing and throwing his head back to holler at the sky, hands balled into the fabric of his jeans. The sound breaks off and dies after a much shorter amount of time than Akechi's, and it wasn't half as loud, but-- Coming from Akira, it's a lot. He's breathing like he's just run a marathon when he looks back down, face screwed up like his stomach hurts.] Can I take you back to the Inn? Someone should set your finger.
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Date: 2023-05-09 10:43 pm (UTC)[His expression twists up and he shifts, abruptly, standing and throwing his head back to holler at the sky, hands balled into the fabric of his jeans. The sound breaks off and dies after a much shorter amount of time than Akechi's, and it wasn't half as loud, but-- Coming from Akira, it's a lot. He's breathing like he's just run a marathon when he looks back down, face screwed up like his stomach hurts.] Can I take you back to the Inn? Someone should set your finger.