[He rolls onto his stomach, now, kicking his feet into the air like a school girl.] Naps are good for little recharges. I used to take a lot of unintentional naps because I'd fall asleep doing my homework.
[He watches her put her head back down, and reaches out to pet her hair.] Just... sleep deprivation? Or like existential tired?
[She doesn't want to drop all the stuff about Nyx on him -- that's a lot to try to explain, and even if she had the energy to want to explain all of that, it doesn't seem fair to dump on Akira after everything that's already happened. She just sighs again and shifts just a little to make it easier for him to reach her hair.]
...Dazai-san and Chuuya-san would braid my hair, [she ventures after a moment, brows furrowing slightly.] It's hard. Trying to make sense of how they both act around me, compared to what I saw in the bar today...
[He reads the motion as encouraging and keeps petting, threading his fingers into the ends of her ponytail.] I suck at braiding, [Softly.] ...and it's a lot. When people you think you know act suddenly differently.
[Ikutsuki springs to mind, and she makes a face of purest disgust at that memory. So much of what SEES had been through was his fault, after all, and he'd pretended to be their mentor, their friend.
Surely Dazai isn't like that, though, right? She shifts closer to Akira and opens her eyes, gazing up at him.]
[Her hand is well met, as his vision was starting to tunnel just slightly, the edges of it looking grey like the interrogation room, silver like the bulkhead wall. He sucks in a startled breath and turns to her, humming until he unsticks his jaw.]
[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.
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.
[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.]
[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.
[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.
[It's interesting, to talk to someone else with multiple. He wonders, idly, if that's a contributing factor to why he finds Kotone so easy to talk to.]
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.]
[She manages a grin, faint as it is. Sure, she gets the idea behind the Arcana itself -- that had been one of the few interesting lessons that weirdo school nurse had given -- but it had always struck her kind of funny with the double meaning.]
[She'd made her share of stupid decisions in the past. A quiet inhale, then she asks,] Did you complete it? Your journey. Before you came here, I mean.
[A sequel? Her eyebrows lift again, but that also probably means he survived his. She'd wondered if that was something they had in common, if that was just how it went but-- no. She's probably the only one with that kind of unique relationship with Death, huh?]
Is that something you're happy about?
[It's a quiet question, one he can choose not to answer if he doesn't want to.]
[Understatement for sure. She'd wondered that when she'd first arrived in Aldrip -- what she should do when she hadn't expected a future at all. And she isn't going to push Akira for an answer, either. Maybe just thinking about it is enough.
She gives him another look and adds,] Sorry for bringing it up. I've just never gotten to talk to anybody about this stuff before.
Mmn, it's okay. It doesn't really bother me, I just... really haven't thought about it. I was leaving to go back to my podunk town again when I wound up here, and didn't have much time between leaving Tokyo and coming back to really... ruminate, I guess?
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[He watches her put her head back down, and reaches out to pet her hair.] Just... sleep deprivation? Or like existential tired?
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[She doesn't want to drop all the stuff about Nyx on him -- that's a lot to try to explain, and even if she had the energy to want to explain all of that, it doesn't seem fair to dump on Akira after everything that's already happened. She just sighs again and shifts just a little to make it easier for him to reach her hair.]
...Dazai-san and Chuuya-san would braid my hair, [she ventures after a moment, brows furrowing slightly.] It's hard. Trying to make sense of how they both act around me, compared to what I saw in the bar today...
[It's just impossible for her to reconcile.]
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[Ikutsuki springs to mind, and she makes a face of purest disgust at that memory. So much of what SEES had been through was his fault, after all, and he'd pretended to be their mentor, their friend.
Surely Dazai isn't like that, though, right? She shifts closer to Akira and opens her eyes, gazing up at him.]
Speaking from experience?
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[Akira goes very specifically quiet, but nods.]
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[She reaches up and lets her fingers brush against his cheek, hoping the touch can ground him in case he's stuck in a memory.]
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Not well, ha.
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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.
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That's what Dazai-san always calls Chuuya. An angry chihuahua.
...Did Akechi have an Arcana? For you, I mean.
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Mmn, yeah. Justice.
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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.]
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I had Metatron, for Justice, last time I was in the Metaverse.
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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.]
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[It's interesting, to talk to someone else with multiple. He wonders, idly, if that's a contributing factor to why he finds Kotone so easy to talk to.]
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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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...ah, the Fool?
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[She manages a grin, faint as it is. Sure, she gets the idea behind the Arcana itself -- that had been one of the few interesting lessons that weirdo school nurse had given -- but it had always struck her kind of funny with the double meaning.]
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Literally and figuratively, in my case.
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[She'd made her share of stupid decisions in the past. A quiet inhale, then she asks,] Did you complete it? Your journey. Before you came here, I mean.
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Is that something you're happy about?
[It's a quiet question, one he can choose not to answer if he doesn't want to.]
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Haven't really thought much about it, I guess.
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[Understatement for sure. She'd wondered that when she'd first arrived in Aldrip -- what she should do when she hadn't expected a future at all. And she isn't going to push Akira for an answer, either. Maybe just thinking about it is enough.
She gives him another look and adds,] Sorry for bringing it up. I've just never gotten to talk to anybody about this stuff before.
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Mmn, it's okay. It doesn't really bother me, I just... really haven't thought about it. I was leaving to go back to my podunk town again when I wound up here, and didn't have much time between leaving Tokyo and coming back to really... ruminate, I guess?
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