Mar. 17th, 2018

purrtagonist: (You punch the fire)
[it isn't right after the trial-- they all need some time to calm down, don't they?-- but at some point while it's still a reasonable hour for all of them to be awake, Akira is grabbing both Ichigo and Monika and guiding them to Sheep Heavenly]

[because they are getting her a new, non-bloody outfit, gdmit!]


Question. [for Monika] Skirts or leggings?

. . . or both?

[Ann wears both!!]
purrtagonist: (I cast Sticks to Snakes on the campfire)
[what a fucking stressful day]

[like he does after every Erasure-- murder-- after every trial, after every execution, Akira wanders. the fresh air of this Shibuya doesn't taste or smell like home, but for some reason, he finds solace in it anyway. it clears his head, gives him time to think, to turn over the events of the day in his head]

[but sometimes, you know. he runs into people during his wanderings. the areas to which they are confined aren't very big, after all]


Mikejima-san?

[huh. head tilted]

Are you out here taking a scenic stroll, too?

[through the. trash-covered streets of Shibuya]
purrtagonist: (Well my map is now a pig)
[THIS TIME THERE IS NO MIDNIGHT SUN, DON'T HATE ME, JAN]

[but there is Akira, coming up from behind Setz wherever he might be this evening, knocking his knuckles gently against his hair-twin's head before he steps aside and leans against a wall or a railing or SOMETHING. super casually!]


Long nine hours, wasn't it?
purrtagonist: (why is the backpack bleeding?)
[hey, friend! wherever Yang may be. . . Akira's offering her another carbonated beverage. this one is from Ikea though, paper cup and straw and all, because who would trust anything that comes out of these vending machines?]

You look like you could use a bit of a pick me up. Yeah?

[it's punctuated with a smile. a tired one, but a smile nonetheless]
purrtagonist: (Was that a stealth moo)
[when everyone has cleared out of McDonald's, when things have calmed down, when no one can see Akira approaching the ball pit with his head bowed and his hands stuffed into his pockets. . .]

Terra.

I'm sorry.

[Akira comes to pay his respects]

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