Akira "chaotic extra" Kurusu [Jᴏᴋᴇʀ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
purrtagonist) wrote2018-03-14 06:03 pm
purrtagonist) wrote2018-03-14 06:03 pm
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[Week 1, Wednesday: Junko]
["conflicted" or "uncertain" wasn't a look Akira wore often-- he was otherwise far too confident in himself, in his ideals, in his choices for that. but this night, the night before the first official murder of the game that doesn't come with "special instructions," he wanders the streets with it plastered on his features like a mask]
[which is absolutely not the look he wants to be sporting when he runs into Junko near the Miyoshita Park underpass. especially since she had been the first one to tell, stubbornly and defiantly, that he didn't intend to participate in Player Erasures. Reaper or not]
[(see how long that resolve lasted? see how long it took for him to break, if only because watching his fellow soft Reapers carry the burden of killing alone twisted at his gut? kind of pathetic for the guy who shot god in the face with the force of his rebellion, isn't it?)]
[well, whatever. he tilts his head towards her slightly, carefully constructing a neutral expression, so she can't read him like an open book. is glasses, at least, help with that]
You're out late.
[which is absolutely not the look he wants to be sporting when he runs into Junko near the Miyoshita Park underpass. especially since she had been the first one to tell, stubbornly and defiantly, that he didn't intend to participate in Player Erasures. Reaper or not]
[(see how long that resolve lasted? see how long it took for him to break, if only because watching his fellow soft Reapers carry the burden of killing alone twisted at his gut? kind of pathetic for the guy who shot god in the face with the force of his rebellion, isn't it?)]
[well, whatever. he tilts his head towards her slightly, carefully constructing a neutral expression, so she can't read him like an open book. is glasses, at least, help with that]
You're out late.
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I'm not going to do anything to put anyone-- myself, or the other Reapers-- in unnecessary danger.
[he says, words strained, forced through clenched teeth. he can't even describe exactly how much he hates that he's decided to go along with this]
I'm not going to fuck it up.
[spoilers: he is, just a little]
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[ She says with a big, creepy grin. ]
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[flatly]
Excuse me if I don't feel particularly motivated.
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[some of that irritation fades away into realization, then thoughtfulness]
Can I ask for anything-- within reason?
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If we don't fuck it up, I want you to tell me more about yourself.
[????]
About what you did and who you were, back when you were alive.
[??????????????????]
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It's not simple.
She turns, her back to him. It seems to be a heavy question but she goes ahead and allows the warmth in her voice to mask the cheshire grin on her face. ]
Fine. Over dinner. You will leave hope out of our date, but so long as we both are still standing, I'll give you some insight on my super duper tragic back history!
[ Its a date, cupcake. ]
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Deal. But you're paying.
[:/! be a gentleman, Akira]
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[ Sounds fake.... ]
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I was just thinking you should take the financial responsibility, since it was your idea.
[he's cheeky]
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[he's the one who asked for backstory]
But for what it's worth, I consider this an equal exchange of goods and services.
[him not fucking up a murder, and her buying him dinner and telling him about herself. it's a bit uneven, buuuut. . .]