[ How they left things at the club still sits with Maruki, may never truly leave him.
He hears that tone, those words of warning. Sees that saccharine smile and that carefree gesture.
Nothing passes over his face at all for a moment. Pure static snow, a perfectly blank expression before he settles back into his seat, ankle crossed over knee, and folds his hands in his lap. ]
No. I'm good here.
[ If Akechi wants to get rid of him, then he better do it as himself, not as the Detective Prince.
If not– they're both staying until he decides to leave. Maruki has nothing better to do.
oh, easiest tag of my life
He hears that tone, those words of warning. Sees that saccharine smile and that carefree gesture.
Nothing passes over his face at all for a moment. Pure static snow, a perfectly blank expression before he settles back into his seat, ankle crossed over knee, and folds his hands in his lap. ]
No. I'm good here.
[ If Akechi wants to get rid of him, then he better do it as himself, not as the Detective Prince.
If not– they're both staying until he decides to leave. Maruki has nothing better to do.
This is a good lesson. ]