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[He really couldn't believe he was doing this. A few of the guys at the bar apparently overheard his conversation with Kaoru about planning a dinner for his (Munehisa's) upcoming birthday and decided to pitch in to give him a birthday present.
That present being a VIP voucher for a new "maid and butler" service. Because apparently he wasn't getting laid enough and this was cleaner than hiring him a prostitute.
Also kept him from having to come out to the guys, but that wasn't important. What was important was that here he was, using the apartment above his shop to hire a "butler" to come "take care of him". The guy on the phone promised he'd send their most discreet young man before going into everything their VIP service provided. Iwai didn't pay too much attention.
a lot has happened in five years. a lot. and yet, nothing at all. nothing at all feels like it's changed as he blinks open his eyes and finds himself in a very familiar town center, fountain bubbling and the very unique scent of something he's never been able to pick out. it's all so familiar and it feels like yesterday that he was here.
he groans, sitting up, rubbing at the back of his neck. the sun is bright and with his recent escapades back home, the sun is definitely a much-welcomed warmth. even, you know, if he's one of those vampire things. he'll survive. ]
...Talk about deva-ju. [ he hasn't gotten up from the ground, leaning back against the fountain, dragging his hand back through his hair. he doesn't even need to look in his coat pocket to know the familiar weight of his dreamberry. he doesn't even need to close his eyes and think. it's second-nature here. everything. ]
Edited (CAN WE STOP AUTO-CORRECT?) 2017-05-03 02:25 (UTC)
[So, the Phantom Thief hangouts and all have become a regular thing, and Sojiro has hopefully gotten used to the crowd of kids plotting incredibly illegal things in his shop. And hey, even Futaba's there, joining in the planning heists, and if that involves occasionally breaking into important private political databases, that can't be helped, right?
On the other hand, Futaba's been socializing mostly well, except for with Makoto. Whenever they start talking one-on-one, Futaba mostly just turns red and starts being totally unable to form a coherent sentence. There's been at least one instance of a full-blown horror movie-esque wide-eyed silent stare for far too long.a
Basically she's really bad at crushes, and the only reason she hasn't been busted yet is because Makoto is incredibly oblivious.
She's now hiding behind the counter and peeking up to see if anyone's coming into the store, but no one else is there, so now's probably prime time to help her.]
[it's pretty late when Akira makes it home that evening, although at least it's no later than usual. he's a bit surprised to see Sojiro still at Leblanc when he slips through the door, but it's not like he minds. the cafe feels more like home the less empty it is]
Hey, Boss.
[he greets with a wave as he slides his bag off his shoulder and drops it in a nearby booth seat]
Are there any leftover curry ingredients in the fridge? I was thinking of making some tonight.
[ was this another palace? it had to be. but no, that wouldn't be quite right, either. hadn't he -
the metallic taste of blood is unmistakable. with a lurch, he shoots forward, right hand covering his chest. there's a pain there he hadn't felt before. what's worse is that his head feels full of nails, rattling around, and he can't stop coughing. as to be expected, nothing comes up but air and saliva and he's practically curling in on himself. once the fit subsides, though, his eyes, dry and blurry, try to make out his surroundings. it doesn't do much good.
he's sitting in the middle of what can only be described as a large prison hall. there are cells lining the walls around him, and he's sitting squarely in the middle of a juncture of hallways. save for some torches affixed to the walls there's not much light and it's a bit of a struggle to make out most shapes.
his hand reaches up again to card through his drenched hair - sweat, blood, probably something else who knows - and he struggles to remember. right, his cognitive self, the wall ....
was this purgatory? here he was, expecting hell... ]
[ 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...
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gimme the Joker
That present being a VIP voucher for a new "maid and butler" service. Because apparently he wasn't getting laid enough and this was cleaner than hiring him a prostitute.
Also kept him from having to come out to the guys, but that wasn't important. What was important was that here he was, using the apartment above his shop to hire a "butler" to come "take care of him". The guy on the phone promised he'd send their most discreet young man before going into everything their VIP service provided. Iwai didn't pay too much attention.
But here he sits, waiting. For his butler.]
for ange & izzy
a lot has happened in five years. a lot. and yet, nothing at all. nothing at all feels like it's changed as he blinks open his eyes and finds himself in a very familiar town center, fountain bubbling and the very unique scent of something he's never been able to pick out. it's all so familiar and it feels like yesterday that he was here.
he groans, sitting up, rubbing at the back of his neck. the sun is bright and with his recent escapades back home, the sun is definitely a much-welcomed warmth. even, you know, if he's one of those vampire things. he'll survive. ]
...Talk about deva-ju. [ he hasn't gotten up from the ground, leaning back against the fountain, dragging his hand back through his hair. he doesn't even need to look in his coat pocket to know the familiar weight of his dreamberry. he doesn't even need to close his eyes and think. it's second-nature here. everything. ]
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coffeedad!!
On the other hand, Futaba's been socializing mostly well, except for with Makoto. Whenever they start talking one-on-one, Futaba mostly just turns red and starts being totally unable to form a coherent sentence. There's been at least one instance of a full-blown horror movie-esque wide-eyed silent stare for far too long.a
Basically she's really bad at crushes, and the only reason she hasn't been busted yet is because Makoto is incredibly oblivious.
She's now hiding behind the counter and peeking up to see if anyone's coming into the store, but no one else is there, so now's probably prime time to help her.]
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YOU KNOW WHO
[it's pretty late when Akira makes it home that evening, although at least it's no later than usual. he's a bit surprised to see Sojiro still at Leblanc when he slips through the door, but it's not like he minds. the cafe feels more like home the less empty it is]
Hey, Boss.
[he greets with a wave as he slides his bag off his shoulder and drops it in a nearby booth seat]
Are there any leftover curry ingredients in the fridge? I was thinking of making some tonight.
[little does he know. . .]
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I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
I CANT STOP LAUGHING
ME EITHER
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@futabachanel ; so many obvious spoilers
the metallic taste of blood is unmistakable. with a lurch, he shoots forward, right hand covering his chest. there's a pain there he hadn't felt before. what's worse is that his head feels full of nails, rattling around, and he can't stop coughing. as to be expected, nothing comes up but air and saliva and he's practically curling in on himself. once the fit subsides, though, his eyes, dry and blurry, try to make out his surroundings. it doesn't do much good.
he's sitting in the middle of what can only be described as a large prison hall. there are cells lining the walls around him, and he's sitting squarely in the middle of a juncture of hallways. save for some torches affixed to the walls there's not much light and it's a bit of a struggle to make out most shapes.
his hand reaches up again to card through his drenched hair - sweat, blood, probably something else who knows - and he struggles to remember. right, his cognitive self, the wall ....
was this purgatory? here he was, expecting hell... ]
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@fiftyfour; spoilers & au style
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. ]
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