menially | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS

[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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

Edited 2020-06-20 14:29 (UTC)

[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?

[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.

BRO - week zero, tuesday

week zero - friday

week one, wednesday