[ Hello, this is a gracious placeholder post where Akira is just sitting in the kitchen with Morrigan, enjoying a late night snack.
He’s alive, friends!! And stuffing his face because damn was all of this so stressful... there’s an empty tub of ice cream on the table and he’s eating a second, allowing his cat to have a little frozen treat—just a little. It isn’t completely smooth sailings from here, but small victories. ]
I'm perfectly fine and I don't feel weird or anything.
[ The low key anxiety is there, but overall tolerable. It's normal, so he doesn't address it. For the most part, he is very happy with these results and his ice cream. ]
What about you? All of this must have been a lot.
[ He knows he put his friends through emotional hell. ]
[ He wouldn't be able to answer and eat ice cream if he was dead, Elliot!!!! Morrigan is unimpressed by the tension in here. It's weird and kitty doesn't understand. ]
Unless they're saving me for something which is very risky for them, then yes.
[ But Akira personally doesn't see any reason to prolong it. How would they prove that he didn't die naturally from a stroke? A heart attack? Maybe he will contract some disease and die years later?
The killer had nothing to lose by killing him, to be honest. ]
I'll be giving this information to someone trustworthy. [ When he figures that out, too. ] So for now...
[ Hm. ]
Let's just talk about things. Want me to make you a sundae?
[he moves to sit down in a chair next to him. He's got plenty of thoughts about what this could mean, or what to do...but this probably wasn't the time to get into that unless Akira wanted to. So he bites his lip, a little nervous]
[ Why are you making this awkward, Elliot?! Akira is quick to make the sundae—three scoops of different types of ice cream, then a banana, and the toppings. Here you go, friend. ]
Just how have you been doing aside from this? Anything you're looking forward to... Regular life.
[ Because they tend to forget that sometimes. There's nothing to be nervous about. ]
[Because maybe someone decided to put their lives on the line without telling them??? But oh what a fancy sundae. He'll say thank you as he reaches for a spoon]
Ah...right. Regular life.
Mostly just working on music. I got gig for the 22nd and another commission. So...that's good.
[ If only he could be reserved in other ways. More like everything else, but Akira holds his tongue. He can't say that since he's just as bad. He tilts his head, then looks over to Morrigan.
Who squints at him. ]
... I want to say that it would be more romantic if it comes from him, but if he's paying you then I won't complain. He must want the best for Tatsuma if he came to you.
[He remembered how bad a mood he was in october. How bitter he was about people not listening to his problems. Sure, part of that was because he'd turn into a monster. But maybe there was some kernel of truth to it. ]
I told him that, but he said he can only play the trumpet and...well, it's really hard to make a trumpet romantic, you know?
[That gets a small little smile at out of him] T-Thanks, I don't know if I'd say I'm the best for the job, but....I hope I do a good job.
[ Sounds like they need to talk to someone, but that's a topic for later. Akira lets it go and focuses on romantic trumpets instead. Steepling his fingers, he closes his eyes and tries to imagine a chorus of trumpets to Careless Whisper. ]
Anything can be romantic if you love someone enough.
[ TELL HIM HE'S WRONG&madsh;opening his eyes, he turns back to Elliot. ]
12/11 (12:00 am)
He’s alive, friends!! And stuffing his face because damn was all of this so stressful... there’s an empty tub of ice cream on the table and he’s eating a second, allowing his cat to have a little frozen treat—just a little. It isn’t completely smooth sailings from here, but small victories. ]
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...You feeling okay...?
[No heart attacks coming on, right?]
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[ The low key anxiety is there, but overall tolerable. It's normal, so he doesn't address it. For the most part, he is very happy with these results and his ice cream. ]
What about you? All of this must have been a lot.
[ He knows he put his friends through emotional hell. ]
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Thank goodness...
[He gives an audible sigh of relief, as if he was holding in his breath]
You can say that. I was worried my hair would turn gray just from stress.
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Your hair does look more pink.
[ He's teasing. ]
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Your fault.
[He knows it's teasing though]
So...guess this means your theory was right.
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[ But Akira personally doesn't see any reason to prolong it. How would they prove that he didn't die naturally from a stroke? A heart attack? Maybe he will contract some disease and die years later?
The killer had nothing to lose by killing him, to be honest. ]
I'll be giving this information to someone trustworthy. [ When he figures that out, too. ] So for now...
[ Hm. ]
Let's just talk about things. Want me to make you a sundae?
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[he moves to sit down in a chair next to him. He's got plenty of thoughts about what this could mean, or what to do...but this probably wasn't the time to get into that unless Akira wanted to. So he bites his lip, a little nervous]
What do you wanna talk about?
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Just how have you been doing aside from this? Anything you're looking forward to... Regular life.
[ Because they tend to forget that sometimes. There's nothing to be nervous about. ]
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Ah...right. Regular life.
Mostly just working on music. I got gig for the 22nd and another commission. So...that's good.
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His interest is piqued, though. ]
... It's not the nyan cat one, is it?
[ Yikes. ]
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[Thank. god. He takes a bit of ice cream and swallows.]
It is from Souji though. He wants a song covered by me for his boyfriend for Christmas. Er- a normal song.
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I keep forgetting he has a significant other since he never puts his life out there.
[ Says the protagonist that does the same... Akira is pretty curious though. ]
That's nice though. Is it supposed to be romantic?
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Me too...I feel like there's a lot we don't know about him, honestly.
[You dang protagonists never sharing info]
Yeah. He already has something picked out that he's played for Tatsuma before. He just wants me to add my own touch to it. Make it more romantic.
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[ If only he could be reserved in other ways. More like everything else, but Akira holds his tongue. He can't say that since he's just as bad. He tilts his head, then looks over to Morrigan.
Who squints at him. ]
... I want to say that it would be more romantic if it comes from him, but if he's paying you then I won't complain. He must want the best for Tatsuma if he came to you.
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[He remembered how bad a mood he was in october. How bitter he was about people not listening to his problems. Sure, part of that was because he'd turn into a monster. But maybe there was some kernel of truth to it. ]
I told him that, but he said he can only play the trumpet and...well, it's really hard to make a trumpet romantic, you know?
[That gets a small little smile at out of him] T-Thanks, I don't know if I'd say I'm the best for the job, but....I hope I do a good job.
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Anything can be romantic if you love someone enough.
[ TELL HIM HE'S WRONG&madsh;opening his eyes, he turns back to Elliot. ]
You'll do great.
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Aha, really? I'd love to see you to test that theory on Goro...
[Please go play Careless Whisper to Goro on a recorder]
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... I think it works the best on him.
[ He knows his boyfriend, Elliot. He's sorry that you have to learn that this is the kind of person Goro is, though. ]
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[ SIGHS. ]
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That's sweet in a way though?
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[ PLEASE SAY YES. ]
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Y-Yeah! Of course!
[Is that convincing enough??]
I really do think you make Goro happy, though you could probably try not to make him worry so much...
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[ Hehehe!! ]
But I'm trying my best. It's a little hard with everything that's happening.
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