[ Akechi's fingers curl into the damp fabric under him. Sweat. Blood. He hopes it's more of the latter.
I don't expect anything from you an irritating truth that makes this Maruki more real than ever. He presses a hand against his throat anyway - as if trying to shove those words back down his throat. Make him choke on them.
Staying upright is an issue. The hand on Maruki's throat lacks the force needed to break his neck - it ends up resting there, but he shifts, moves, tries to throw his weight there. It's annoying he can still feel the man breathe despite it. ]
I didn't believe it a week ago and I don't believe it now. [ It bothers him in the wake of an unacknowledged loss. He can't stand hearing it. It makes his stomach lurch. ] If you want to stay in my house, I suggest you keep that shit to yourself from now on. I don't want to hear you speak another word.
[ The attempt at a choke lacks any real force to make it so, though the conviction is there. Maruki grips his wrist to drag his hand away, glaring up at him, expression turning sour once more. ]
[ Maruki can drag away his hand, but he can't drag away homeownership.
Akechi smacks it back against his neck every time it's moved away. ]
It was transferred to me after your departure. You should be grateful, unless you were eager to see us cast to the streets. You're welcome to sleep on the road, if you plan to continue questioning my offer.
[ For a few long seconds, that fury persists, wordless and stormy–
And then Maruki laughs, reaching up with both hands to shove Akechi. Not hard enough to dislodge him, not violent – more playful than anything, and a bit exasperated. ]
Fine. You know what, Akechi? Fine. It's your house.
[ He's exhausted, and he still hasn't seen Akira, Adachi... ]
I hope you'll be gracious enough to let me back in tonight.
THIS ENDED UP DUMBER THAN EXPECTED. INCREDIBLE HONESTLY.
[ There's no response to that age old question - Maruki may or may not be allowed. Akechi isn't certain yet. Only knows he doesn't want to hear his goddamn voice. The benefit of having him there is worth more than a moral victory.
He's shoved - Akechi doesn't move. Maruki's going to have to deal with him laying there awhile longer. ]
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I don't expect anything from you an irritating truth that makes this Maruki more real than ever. He presses a hand against his throat anyway - as if trying to shove those words back down his throat. Make him choke on them.
Staying upright is an issue. The hand on Maruki's throat lacks the force needed to break his neck - it ends up resting there, but he shifts, moves, tries to throw his weight there. It's annoying he can still feel the man breathe despite it. ]
I didn't believe it a week ago and I don't believe it now. [ It bothers him in the wake of an unacknowledged loss. He can't stand hearing it. It makes his stomach lurch. ] If you want to stay in my house, I suggest you keep that shit to yourself from now on. I don't want to hear you speak another word.
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Your house?
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[ Maruki can drag away his hand, but he can't drag away homeownership.
Akechi smacks it back against his neck every time it's moved away. ]
It was transferred to me after your departure. You should be grateful, unless you were eager to see us cast to the streets. You're welcome to sleep on the road, if you plan to continue questioning my offer.
SDGRHLKJ WE CAN WRAP UP... I HATE THIS
And then Maruki laughs, reaching up with both hands to shove Akechi. Not hard enough to dislodge him, not violent – more playful than anything, and a bit exasperated. ]
Fine. You know what, Akechi? Fine. It's your house.
[ He's exhausted, and he still hasn't seen Akira, Adachi... ]
I hope you'll be gracious enough to let me back in tonight.
THIS ENDED UP DUMBER THAN EXPECTED. INCREDIBLE HONESTLY.
He's shoved - Akechi doesn't move. Maruki's going to have to deal with him laying there awhile longer. ]