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[murdertalk]

always open post, april - july 2017

♛ pick a character of mine and put them in the header of your tag. ♛ either write your own starter or leave it blank and i'll come up something (NSFW is fine)! ♛ ???? ♛ profit.

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@fiftyfour; spoilers & au style

[jurisdick]

[ the spring had always been his favorite seasoning. the promise of new beginnings. fresh flowers, high hopes, leaving the darkness and cold that is winter. it had also been his mother's favorite season, too, and she always had fresh flowers around the tiny apartment, even though they couldn't afford much else. while some aspects of her faded with time, the little things stuck to akechi, even through the darkness, and reminded him of a better time, of what his life could have been.

it's spring, and he can't help but look out the window of his tiny apartment with a twinge of guilt. it's been two and a half very long hours already and he's certain that it'll all be worth it - to see shido suffer, to avenge his mother - but .. but it's been taxing. he had started out angry, bitter, shutdown, but... but he was starting to honestly wonder if this was the right way to go about things. if this was the only way. was there a life beyond this? beyond playing puppet to a man he hated?

sometimes, he lost himself in a world where he was a writer, not a detective and tv personality. a world where all he cared about was reading books, writing them, and talking to akira. because akira, while a newer friend he happened to meet on a website forum over conspiracy theories on a certain book series, was beginning to change his mind about a lot of things. not everything, of course, but ... but akira's sheer presence, his sassy texts...

it was all a start. ]

[fiftyfour]

[That start was about to get a kick in the pants as Akira flops on his new bed and shoots a text message to the only friend he still has.]

So if you still wanna send me that book, you'll have to send it to my new address (ノ^o^)ノ

[jurisdick]

[ speak of the devil..... ]

Oh? You moved? I didn't know you had plans to do that.

[ ....huh. he would have wished him luck with the move had he known? ]

[fiftyfour]

Yeah me either ┐(´∀｀)┌

it's a long story, but you can send the book to Cafe Leblanc, Yongen-Jaya, Tokyo.

[jurisdick]

Wouldn't it be easier to send it to your new address and not your work one?
I promise I won't take advantage of that sensitive information.

[ ... he just assumes akira is sending him a safe address because, you know, internet stalkers and all that jazz. he actually hasn't realized that one, akira is in tokyo, and two, he's staying at the cafe he tends to frequent. ]

[fiftyfour]

[The following messages are all their own text:]

No, that is my new address.

See some drunk asshole politician (I think??) had me arrested on trumped up charges, saying I assaulted him when I got between him and a woman he was going to hurt and he stumbled and fell.

And my parents are going through a divorce and can't deal with my probation.

And Shujin Academy is the only school that'd take me.

And the cafe owner here is a friend of Mom's friend who had space in his attic.

＼(★^∀^★)／

[Akira stop.]

[jurisdick]

[ ... that's a lot to take in. it did explain akira's silence the past couple of days, actually. still, akechi can't help the tiny, real smile that creeps up on his face as he texts back. ]

Ah yes, I know the place.

Sakura Sojiro, yes?

[fiftyfour]

[Akira's smiling, too.]

That's him, yeah. I have no idea if it's close to your apartment, though.

[jurisdick]

It's in Shibuya, actually.
But I frequently go to Leblanc in the evening, usually once or twice a week.

[fiftyfour]

....is that close? I don't know the city, Goro.

[jurisdick]

It's a short train ride away.
Actually, given that you'll be attending Shujin, it's actually on your way.
You'll need to make a transfer there.

[fiftyfour]

Oh good, someone to help me not get eaten by the Tokyo Rail Monster.

I'm serious, Goro, that rail system is not user-friendly.

[jurisdick]

It's daunting, yes. But you get used to it like most things in the city.

[ he hesitates before sending up a follow-up text ]

Does this mean you'd like to meet up?

[fiftyfour]

(〃▽〃)

That'd be great, actually. You said you know your way to the cafe?

[jurisdick]

[ ... he ignores the way his chest tightens a bit. ]

Of course. Would it be easier for you to meet there?

[fiftyfour]

Yeah. Sojiro doesn't want me going off on my own just yet. I've only been here a few days. I don't think he trusts me (∥￣■￣∥)

[And to be honest? It's nerve-wracking. He's been friends with Goro for a while now and it's hardly the first time he's made a friend over the internet, but he's never met one of his online friends in real life.

Also he'd probably get lost.]

[jurisdick]

[ he'd definitely get lost. it'd be kind of cute -- ]

In that case, I'll come over when you're settled in.
I'm usually pretty free most evenings.

[ which translates to: just tell me when. he ignores the way his stomach knots at how much of a bad idea this all is. ]

[fiftyfour]

[This is probably a terrible idea, honestly, but Akira's made of terrible ideas the last few weeks so...]

Today'd be good, if you're free?

[jurisdick]

[ WHAT'S ONE MORE? especially when they realize they're both hot -- ]

That works for me.
I'll stop by around eight if that's not too late.

[fiftyfour]

d(*ﾟーﾟ*)

[It's about three now...plenty of time to get his attic room cleaned at least a little bit and then run down to the baths down the street.

And fuss with his hair why is it so damn curly...

Either way, he's ready and waiting for Goro by seven thirty.]

[jurisdick]

[ he'll show up at eight precisely! working on tv tends to lend itself to being on time no matter how crazy traffic is. angry reporters and directors are the worst.

he steps into the familiar leblanc with his usual calm demeanor, but truth be told, he had lingered at the start of the street for a few moments. had stalled and thought better of coming here. akira would be a distraction, and he couldn't afford something like that when he was so close. less than a year before he could get his revenge. and yet... and yet he still heads inside, for better or for worse, hair perfectly fluffy and outfit devoid of any wrinkles. ]

[fiftyfour]

[Akira looks up from the book he was reading, ready to head up to his room until Sojiro nods and just says "Akechi".

Then he's smiling.]

Goro?

[jurisdick]

[ ........ oh.

There's something other than boring physical attraction. It bubbles and simmers under the surface and he doesn't know quite what it is. Fate? ]

Ah. Hello, Akira.

[ It feels odd hearing his given name aloud. ]

[fiftyfour]

[He nods. He looks nothing like someone who'd abuse emojis and kaomojis, but here he is in all his fluffy glory.]

Yeah, that's me. Surprise?

[jurisdick]

[ he's adorable. ]

A bit. [ he heads over and takes a seat nearest akira, ignoring the tiny-smirk that sojiro gives him. ]

You're cuter in person. [ zing ]