(you can pm me here or on plurk if you'd like to beforehand, but also if you'd just like to drop something at my doorstep with no preamble please do!!)
That's enough of an answer for him to unravel the plastic around the bottle and pour-
Well, more than suggested into that little cap. The lightly perforated line isn't the law. Maruki will be fine - Azathoth is a part of him. Cold medicine won't kill Maruki Takuto and if it does, that's almost hilarious. He looks forward to the police finding his body, in that case.
Akechi wants to knock him the fuck out for the rest of his visit and assessment of this apartment. Brings the container over to him, with some water to wash it down.]
Take it. All of it - right now. I won't wait a second more.
Maruki looks up at him, bleary eyes slowly beginning to clear. Two hands outstretched, a cup of medicine, a glass of water–
It's a numb, exhausted sort of obedience that makes him take it, throw it back with only a slight grimace at the bitter taste, then swallow down a few mouthfuls of water that feels kinfepoint sharp in his sore throat.
However, when he looks back up at Akechi, there's just the slightest smile quirking both corners of his mouth. ]
[In about ten minutes, Maruki should be so gone that none of this will matter. If Akechi's lucky, he'll attribute the memory to a moment of delirium.]
Don't mistake what this is. You're too inept and incapable of taking care of yourself and are too ill to think straight. I can't have you accidentally spilling anything you've learned to the media or otherwise.
[ It takes a few seconds for those words to sink in, and then he snorts a laugh through another sip of water. Even rolling his eyes feels heavy, painful. ]
You don't actually think I'm going to go running to the press or the evening news while I'm in this state.
[ Ough. Medicine gross. Head tired. He sets the glass of water down on the end table next to the sofa, rubs at one eye. ]
Or are you imagining they'll come to me? I'm a nobody, as you're fond of noting.
There's a fascinating new tool that's come out in the last decade called 'the internet' - in it you can communicate with others. I suggest you take some time to learn about it.
[Speaking of - maybe he should take Maruki's phone.
He'll keep an eye out for it. Picks up a glass half full and moves back to the kitchen to wash it out.]
god go ahead and kill me with a wrap whenever you want i hate you
[ Good luck, king. It's somewhere deep in this germ-infested blanket nest. Even Maruki doesn't know where it is. ]
You're very funny.
[ Deadpan, not laughing. Wheezing out another cough, in fact. As Akechi walks away, Maruki flops back down, his whole body one feverish ache. ]
I promise that I won't go on the Detective Prince subreddit and start spilling all of your secrets. [ A long, loud yawn, the next words muffled as he sinks into his blanket cocoon. ] Or maybe I will, and you'll never know it's my alt account...
[ That draws a laugh out of Maruki, genuine and loud enough to be heard through the layers of blankets before it devolves into a miserable, wheezing cough. As if he would have such a ridiculous user ID...
How did Akechi know...?
He doesn't need to be told twice. Back down into the comforting warmth, with medicine making quick work of him and the person he trusts most in all of reality nearby looking after him, Maruki slips into a sleep so deep it's nearly comatose. ]
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[He won't and-
That's enough of an answer for him to unravel the plastic around the bottle and pour-
Well, more than suggested into that little cap. The lightly perforated line isn't the law. Maruki will be fine - Azathoth is a part of him. Cold medicine won't kill Maruki Takuto and if it does, that's almost hilarious. He looks forward to the police finding his body, in that case.
Akechi wants to knock him the fuck out for the rest of his visit and assessment of this apartment. Brings the container over to him, with some water to wash it down.]
Take it. All of it - right now. I won't wait a second more.
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Maruki looks up at him, bleary eyes slowly beginning to clear. Two hands outstretched, a cup of medicine, a glass of water–
It's a numb, exhausted sort of obedience that makes him take it, throw it back with only a slight grimace at the bitter taste, then swallow down a few mouthfuls of water that feels kinfepoint sharp in his sore throat.
However, when he looks back up at Akechi, there's just the slightest smile quirking both corners of his mouth. ]
You're looking after me.
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Don't mistake what this is. You're too inept and incapable of taking care of yourself and are too ill to think straight. I can't have you accidentally spilling anything you've learned to the media or otherwise.
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You don't actually think I'm going to go running to the press or the evening news while I'm in this state.
[ Ough. Medicine gross. Head tired. He sets the glass of water down on the end table next to the sofa, rubs at one eye. ]
Or are you imagining they'll come to me? I'm a nobody, as you're fond of noting.
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[Speaking of - maybe he should take Maruki's phone.
He'll keep an eye out for it. Picks up a glass half full and moves back to the kitchen to wash it out.]
god go ahead and kill me with a wrap whenever you want i hate you
You're very funny.
[ Deadpan, not laughing. Wheezing out another cough, in fact. As Akechi walks away, Maruki flops back down, his whole body one feverish ache. ]
I promise that I won't go on the Detective Prince subreddit and start spilling all of your secrets. [ A long, loud yawn, the next words muffled as he sinks into his blanket cocoon. ] Or maybe I will, and you'll never know it's my alt account...
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[Fantastic. Akechi will report that one - he's a secret mod of his own subreddit anyway.]
Sleep. We're done here.
DFASDLFHASLDKFJDSLKJ SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP
How did Akechi know...?
He doesn't need to be told twice. Back down into the comforting warmth, with medicine making quick work of him and the person he trusts most in all of reality nearby looking after him, Maruki slips into a sleep so deep it's nearly comatose. ]