[scp r2: wrongtiming]

[purrtagonist]

stuff and things

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week 1, monday

[purrtagonist]

[if Akira hadn't already lost most of his dignity, he miiiight be a bit more embarrassed about the whole. . . running into a wall and breaking his glasses while trying to track down The Lady thing. but! he's capable of rolling with the punches, and doesn't particularly care that he just miiiight've made a bit of a fool of himself]

[but those glasses still need to be fixed. and so, around lunchtime, Akira can be found sitting in the restaurant with a plate of (so far untouched) food and two halves of his glasses. that he's taping together at the nose piece]

[. . . he's gonna look like a nerd]

[bother him??]

[wrongtiming]

[Bother him, indeed!

Hunter is picking at his own food when he notices Akira. He's aware he should eat but can't say he can muster up much appetite after that news. Really, seeing the other boy is a welcome distraction, though that's not to say there isn't honest concern as he abandons his plate to head over.]

It's not quite a 'you should see the other guy' situation, but... At least you're seeing better days than those glasses are. [He pauses, moving to his point.] You doing alright, though? It looked like it probably stung.

[purrtagonist]

[yeah, who would have an appetite after that? Akira doesn't seem bothered by Hunter's approach at all, and in fact lifts his gaze from his glasses to greet him with a huffed laugh]

They're broken, but still going strong. It isn't time to put them out to pasture yet.

[he says, mouth twitching, although he somehow manages to keep himself from smiling too widely]

I'm all right, though I won't be challenging any walls anytime soon.

week 1, saturday post-trial

[purrtagonist]

[Akira needs some time to himself]

[he's normally one to have precise control over his anger. but the incident from yesterday, coupled with the results of that sham of a trial have left him worn extremely thin. so when he leaves the third floor, he vanishes out into the ski slopes for a good few hours]

[he's freezing when he returns, the tips of his ears and nose flushed red from the cold. but as he steps back into the lobby, cat-eared cap pulled tightly over his head, he notices a familiar face]

. . . Hunter-san.

[ah. yeah. he should probably. . . talk to people]

[wrongtiming]

Just Hunter is fine.

[That's said easily enough, because it's takes less thought than the rest of what he wants to get across. That's much more difficult. It's obvious that they're all upset, but while Akira's anger hasn't been hard to detect, Hunter is... It's hard to tell whether it's guilt or regret on his face, or a mixture of both.]

Sorry about earlier, man. You were right. We should have kept trying.

[purrtagonist]

Hunter.

[that actually gets a smile from Akira, as strained as it is. he prefers first names without formalities; he just always defaults to something more polite, just in case]

[but the smile fades the moment the rest of what Hunter has to say leaves his mouth, and Akira's brows shoot up in surprise]

You. . . really think so?

week two, monday morning

[wrongtiming]

[The dream, or... Was it a memory? Regardless, what he wakes with leaves him nervous, uneasy. He heads towards the kitchen to try to make some breakfast or get some water, whatever might clear his head. When he sees Akira, though, he gives pause.

It might have been put aside after what he recalled during the night, but - it was only a day ago, so he hasn't forgotten a request someone else made of him. He raises a hand in greeting when he sees the other boy.]

Hey. You sleep alright?

[purrtagonist]

[Akira definitely needs time to ruminate on the dream. . . memory. . . he had the night before. but that is neither here nor there. right now? it's coffee time, and Hunter will find him whipping up his favorite morning brew when he heads to the kitchen for breakfast]

[he lifts a hand in a lazy wave]

Any sleep is better than no sleep.

[he. probably could've slept better, but hey! he got a few hours. better than last week's monday night]

[wrongtiming]

...Yeah, I guess that's true.

[He can't quite think of more small talk, though, so he moves forward.]

Hey, I need to talk to you about something. [...] A few somethings, actually.

week 2, saturday post-trial

[purrtagonist]

[BYE EVERYONE, AKIRA IS FLOUNCING TO HIS ROOM]

[but hey, it won't be that hard to stop him from making his escape]

[wrongtiming]

[Normally he'd give him his space, but... Nah, not today.]

Akira - wait up.

[There's a touch of desperation in his tone, and concern aplenty.]

[purrtagonist]

[and Akira slows, turning on his heel to face Hunter, expression blank]

Hey. . .

[he's on guard, and looks like he's ready to be yelled at]

What's up?

week three, thursday

[wrongtiming]

[It's about noon on Thursday when Hunter sees Akira, raising a hand in greeting as he does. It's good that they've bumped into each other, because...]

Hey. I wanted to ask you something really quick.

[purrtagonist]

[Akira greets Hunter as pleasantly as usual, lifting a hand as he does so]

Hm? Oh, sure. What's up?

[wrongtiming]

Did you get a weird and slightly ominous fortune cookie this morning...?

week 3, friday

[purrtagonist]

[it hurts. it hurts in more ways than Akira can really put into words. and that is why, after the body announcement is given (after the news really sinks in-- Iwai is dead, Inaba is dead, their detective and his friend is dead-- he immediately holes himself up into his room]

[he can be bothered, though! if Hunter decides to come knocking]

[wrongtiming]

[There is, indeed, a knock on his door an hour or so after the body announcement.]

Hey, Akira...? It's Hunter.

week three, saturday

[wrongtiming]

[This time, he gives Akira time before he comes knocking at this door. It’s probably closer to Sunday than anything else when he does knock; that trial was much to handle for anyone, and Akira most of all. As such, his voice is gentle.]

It’s Hunter.

[purrtagonist]

[Akira looks exhausted when he answers, but like. how is that any different from his new norm?]

H. . . hey. Need something. . .?

week 4, sunday

[purrtagonist]

[HEY HUNTER. looks like Akira is bolting through the resort hallways, still in his pajamas, this fine Sunday morning. he looks frantic and a little panicked, because while he missed the commotion. . . he did not miss the announcement]

[SOUNDS LIKE WE SHOULD CATCH UP, BUDDY]

crawls past the holidays finally

[wrongtiming]

[Hunter is hurrying through the halls as well, and he only nearly stops himself from slamming into Akira as he sees him.]

Did you hear—?

week five, post investigation

[wrongtiming]

[Shortly after the body announcement, Akira gets a knock on his door.]

Hey... It’s Hunter.

[purrtagonist]

[the door creaks open, and there's Akira, pale and wan and looking about as numb as he feels]

Getting a lot of visitors for it being so early in the morning. Heh. . .

[he's trying to make a joke]

week five, sunday morning

[wrongtiming]

[Despite the fact he hasn't slept a wink the previous night, it's early enough in the morning when he knocks on Akira's door. He's used to coming and checking on him, and while he would have done so anyways after everything that happened yesterday...

This feels more serious to him, even after how somber things have been for the last few weeks.]

Akira?

[purrtagonist]

[Akira doesn't look like he's slept a wink, either. but even so. . . ? when he answers the door, he seems focused]

[must be some early morning caffeine]

Yo, Hunter.

What's up?