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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So, as she finds the underpass soothing — she notes of how many times her and her sister once had to sleep in the grim and gritty areas like this. She wonders: is Mukuro dreaming of those moments too?
His words catch her off guard. She spins on her heels, a positively sweet tone on her lips. ]
I could say the same for you, Akira-san. Or perhaps we're both just creatures of the night?
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I've always been a night person at heart. My cat always disagreed with me, though.
[what]
[why does he make dry jokes and out of context statements that nobody but him understands??]
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[ :D? ]
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[just]
[stares at her]
[with a straight face]
[t-trying not to laugh, because his wariness of her aside, that was pretty funny]
In the least obscene meaning of the word, yes. He is.
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[he shoots back quickly, but even so, there's a firmness to his words that shows he means them. at her second statement, he glances up at the ceiling of the underpass, studying the ceiling of it carefully, quietly]
[. . .]
You think we'll mess up.
[not a question]
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[ She says, implying the mess up: ]
I love my friends too. I know how that is.
[ Of course, her ideal of love is different. ]
But, of course again. How many people have you killed before? The look in your eyes when I speak about it... it's obvious you hate he thought.
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[so he doesn't address it]
Of course I hate it.
[he's come to accept that he was an idiot when he chose to become a Reaper. but that doesn't make him any less frustrated at this system]
I said it last week, didn't I? That I'd find another way before I Erased anyone here.
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[ She scoffs. ]
It's a job - once it's done you get to clock out and act like your soul isn't being sucked away. You wait until payday and then cash out. That's it. Disconnect, it makes it easier.
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Kill. Erase. I know they're the same damn thing, don't think that I don't.
[hooks his fingers into his bangs, raking a hand through his hair with another frustrated noise]
Not all of us can disconnect like you can, Enoshima.
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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. . .]