Unfortunately, he does a lot of things he shouldn't do to Akechi, now more so than ever, and especially when they're for his own good. ]
It's nutritious, and you haven't been eating well since you returned. If the Moon really is at fault and you're going to go up against her, you need to be at your full strength.
He won't last through a jog at this rate. Maybe he should lay down for a quick nap. He didn't notice the time. Cup? On the desk next to him. His ass? Back on the edge of the bed. ]
No, I haven't. Time must have slipped by me. [ A wide gesture towards the door. ] Leave.
[ He does follow this order, though. It's enough to know that Akechi's too far gone to force himself awake again... well, most likely. Never say never, especially not against this boy in particular.
He does back out of the door then, closing it gently behind him. ]
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However, because Maruki thinks he's funny– ]
Squeak!
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He doesn't bother responding through text.
Shuffling papers, barely legible lines connecting theories to people to the moon and-
Akechi places them neatly on his desk, as if a deranged madman wasn't drawing connections for 72 hours by candlelight.
He opens the door. ]
What is it?
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Drink this.
[ It's super mega sleepytime tea. Extreme valerian root edition. ]
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Akechi holds the warm cup in his hands. Doesn't take a sip - not yet. ]
Why?
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Unfortunately, he does a lot of things he shouldn't do to Akechi, now more so than ever, and especially when they're for his own good. ]
It's nutritious, and you haven't been eating well since you returned. If the Moon really is at fault and you're going to go up against her, you need to be at your full strength.
[ Ergo, ]
Drink.
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I'm eating well. Worry about your own wellbeing and stop thinking about mine. I can handle myself.
[ But maybe he could indulge in a little drink. It can't hurt.
He takes a sip, then a longer one. It tastes pretty good.
And after a minute, two, three-
He's relaxed, at least. Sits down on the edge of his bed. ]
What kind of tea is this? It's not the worst thing you've ever made.
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Some sort of superfood blend. I'm hardly an expert on tea, but I thought it sounded good.
[ It really is free and easy to lie to Akechi.
A quick glance over the desk, the very neatly piled books and papers. ]
Were you working on something?
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[ It makes sense to him, the madman in question.
Which he doesn't feel like explaining, suddenly. He blinks and blinks and blinks - this super drink ain't shit.
His eyelids feel like lead. ]
But it has nothing conclusive or new connections beyond what we've spoken about previously.
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[ Maruki's head cocks to the side. ]
Do you think you should lay down?
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[ The tea's gone and his little eyes? Blinking rapidly. Don't look at him. There's something in his lashes. ]
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Because it's nearly three in the morning. Don't tell me you've given up your one hour of sleep before your jog now that you're back.
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He won't last through a jog at this rate. Maybe he should lay down for a quick nap. He didn't notice the time. Cup? On the desk next to him. His ass? Back on the edge of the bed. ]
No, I haven't. Time must have slipped by me. [ A wide gesture towards the door. ] Leave.
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Of course. Goodnight, Akechi.
[ Maybe if he lingers for just a second longer. ]
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Two.
Three.
His eyes stay shut from his seated position at the edge of the bed and-
One.
Two.
Three.
He peels them open. Oh, he's so tired and that ass is still here. ]
You know how to follow orders. I won't repeat myself again - get out.
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Do I? That's news to me.
[ He does follow this order, though. It's enough to know that Akechi's too far gone to force himself awake again... well, most likely. Never say never, especially not against this boy in particular.
He does back out of the door then, closing it gently behind him. ]
Pleasant dreams.
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See ya in 24 hours. ]