(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!!)
[ 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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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. ]