PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS - AKIRA

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BRO - week zero, tuesday

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[so far, things have been. . . well. relatively quiet! other than the chaos that all of them have been causing themselves. Akira meanders around the camp late on Tuesday, his mind thoroughly occupied with what he hopes doesn't come on Friday]

[and it's during those musings that he spots Guy! hanging out somewhere. where are you Guy, it matters not]

Guy? [actually--] Do you have a few minutes to spare?

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[When Akita is out wandering, he'll find Guy just slipping out of the sports area, no longer in the booty shorts but with the jacket temporarily tossed over one shoulder in favor of the tankless shirt that exposes his arms and the faint scars against his right shoulder. Whatever he's been doing, he's definitely worked up a sweat.

It's also extremely hard to miss the crazy sword hilt at his hip.

He slicks his bangs off his face with an easy smile when he sees Akira.]

Hey there.

Sure, I'm free for a while. What's on your mind?

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[two-fingered salute in greeting!]

A lot of things.

[he answers with a lightly amused huff]

But if I were to narrow it down. . . I'd like to talk to you a little more about the temple.

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Fine by me. [An easy shrug as he gestures to the side. Here, let's take a stroll.]

Have you talked to the other guys about it at all? I can fill in whatever would help, but I'm not sure if you want repeat information.

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[falling into step at his side, fingers dipping into pockets as they walk]

I talked to Yu about it in depth right after we arrived.

[so he has a head start!]

Pantheon of gods, they were arguing about which one would be in charge, they decided to run a game to determine their leader. . . [a beat. and then, evenly] Participation and murder were both. . . voluntary.

And not required.

week zero - friday

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[Ah yes, what a surprise.

Guy doesn't wait to start scouring the camp for a few different people. Akira isn't one of the ones he expects to be finding secluded in a corner somewhere, especially not after that verbal outburst that probably half the camp could hear.

By the time Guy's handled more immediate matters, Akira is not out near the bonfires, nor is he in his cabin. So the blonde hustles his way over to the Director's Office. There's probably a small riot going on over there, after all.]

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[well there probably was a small riot, but fortunately by now everyone has dispersed. . . probably? either way, Akira appears to be alone, seated on the ground with his back pressed against the office door]

[he has his head resting against his knees so he doesn't quite see Guy approach]

[menially]

[. . .

Just gonna walk up enough to gently thunk him on the head with the back of his knuckles

he's got gloves on, it's fine]

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[jerking upright when thunked, surprisingly jumpy for someone who is usually so lax]

Ah. . . Guy. . .

week one, wednesday

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[that expression Guy was wearing when 45 made her announcement didn't bode well at all. . . but Akira gives him a little bit of space and time to process everything that had been said. it isn't until Wednesday morning that he looks for Guy, first searching the areas of the camp before leaping into the portal to scour the house next]

[he finds him outside (thankfully; he didn't have to climb all of those damn stairs) near the stables]

. . . Guy?

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[He's in the middle of dragging a bound bale out of the stable proper and into the more spacious, grassy area outside. He's already got two stacked up, a trail of straw littering the grass and his own clothes.

He doesn't care. Really, he looks more serious than he has ever been over the last week. On hearing Akira's voice, the blonde starts for a minute, taking a look over his shoulder.

The switch to a smile happens almost instantly, even if it's a little tired.]

Hey there, Akira. Kind of early to be walking down memory lane, isn't it?

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[. . . hm. it's okay; Akira can begin this conversation slowly. like dipping his toes into a cold pool]

Hah. I've done that already, don't worry.

One stroll is more than enough for me.

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Yeah, I can imagine. [He hefts the straw bale onto the top of the pile with a grunt of effort. It's about average person height now, like a straw snowman.] I'm sure the memories are complicated, given what you guys went through.

Is there anything out of place in here?

WEEK ONE - FRIDAY

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[Guy is hard to find after his outburst, but later in the afternoon, Akira might wander in on him in the mess hall, nursing a mess of brand new bruises across his face and arms as he stares into a cup of something hot settled in his hands. His knuckles are raw and red, the motions of his fingers ginger.

He'll give Akira a nod when he sees him, before looking back at his cup. Seems whatever energy he'd had to let out earlier has been spent.]

SLAMS IN HERE SUPER LATE

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[. . . somehow, Akira isn't surprised to find Guy in this condition. not after Wednesday, at least. his gaze does linger on those bruises before it drifts to the cup and he just. . . uh. moonwalks up to Guy like it's nbd]

Coffee? Or something else?

[menially]

[... Is that what the cool kids are doing now? Weird, but have fun with your hip new jam.]

Interesting moves you've got there.

[He'll shake his head, smile even.]

Chamomile.

I can go grab another cup, if you'd like.

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Thanks. I hate them.

[JUST SAYING]

. . . and nah. I'm all right.

How are you holding up. . .?

week two, tuesday

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[it's a few days after the trial that Akira finally seeks Guy out again, finding him lingering near the petting zoo like many are this week because animals are great therapy. he approaches, folding his arms and leaning them against the fence before he nods his head in Guy's direction]

Yo.

Got a minute?

[menially]

[Why this place has potbelly pigs is a mystery, but Guy actually seems remarkably comfortable with them, taking a break from feeding them and resiging himself to scratching one that has rolled over onto its side like a dog. It's not quite what he's used to, but the mannerisms sure are the same.]

Hm? [Oh, it's Phantom Thief himself. He'll pat the pig heartily before lifting up to his feet, dusting his hands off.] Hey, Akira. Sure, what's on your mind?

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You, mostly.

[wait]

That-- uh. that came out wrong. [crap] I wanted to see how you were. . . holding up.

[after everything that happened]

[menially]

[....

Sorry Akira he's cracking up at that twist of words.]

week two, saturday

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[Akira is. . . absolutely vanishing from the public view on Saturday night. but once Guy's hour is up and he's escorted to the isolation cabin, it probably isn't any surprise that he appears there with one hand resting in his pockets and the other (likely heavily bruised) one hanging at his side]

[. . .]

[he flops onto a beanbag chair outside the isolation cell, his one good eye affixed on the bars]

[. . .]

. . . hey.

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[It's hard to see if Guy has even heard Akira, tucked up on the top bunk inside the cell with his shoulders facing the bars. But after a minute, he'll speak up.]

If you've come to apologize, then I'm going to have to find a way to dig out of here just to clock you in the teeth for being an idiot.

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[well. Akira's mouth falls open at that, and for a moment? he looks at a loss for words]

[but then he clicks his mouth shut and huffs out of his nose, a frustrated sound that isn't at all directed at Guy]

I'm not even allowed even a tiny bit of contriteness?

[menially]

Depends.

Did you make what you thought was the smartest choice with the information you had?