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jurisdick [ he kept his distance.
it was all part of the plan, of course. no matter how deeply intrigued and suspicious he was of the chronically bedhead, be-speckled boy, he refused to get too close. it was bad enough his favorite coffee came with the ramifications of seeing that face. one day he'd show him that he wasn't as witty, as smarmy, as stealthy as he thought himself to be. but for now akechi would bide his time. after all, there was no reason to tip his hands quite yet. he had plenty of time and no direct orders as of yet.
but life was exhausting when he wasn't keeping tabs on the irksome joker. there was work, there were classes, and there was the persistent pestering of one (1) shido. it was a juggling act and its core and akechi just had too many balls in the air.
he'd often fall asleep for a few moments on the subway or between stops on the bus when he didn't bike. biking kept him awake, focused, and ready. it kept him in shape, both in the real-world and otherwise. but sometimes he was too tired, too sore, and just wanted to not think for awhile. public transportation was great for that.
but sometimes he'd miss his stop or fall asleep (embarrassingly) in public. today, it was at the little hole-in-the-wall diner joker had told him about. so here he was. he had originally been in the middle of his calculus, but the numbers soon blurred and his cheek fell into the back of his palm. his eyes had been heavy after all and -- well, an impromptu nap was inevitable.
it really was a bad look, napping at an off-hour at a diner, surrounded by homework. a fan would certainly spot him -- wouldn't they? not like he truly cared what the hell they thought but...
but he was so tired. ]
it was all part of the plan, of course. no matter how deeply intrigued and suspicious he was of the chronically bedhead, be-speckled boy, he refused to get too close. it was bad enough his favorite coffee came with the ramifications of seeing that face. one day he'd show him that he wasn't as witty, as smarmy, as stealthy as he thought himself to be. but for now akechi would bide his time. after all, there was no reason to tip his hands quite yet. he had plenty of time and no direct orders as of yet.
but life was exhausting when he wasn't keeping tabs on the irksome joker. there was work, there were classes, and there was the persistent pestering of one (1) shido. it was a juggling act and its core and akechi just had too many balls in the air.
he'd often fall asleep for a few moments on the subway or between stops on the bus when he didn't bike. biking kept him awake, focused, and ready. it kept him in shape, both in the real-world and otherwise. but sometimes he was too tired, too sore, and just wanted to not think for awhile. public transportation was great for that.
but sometimes he'd miss his stop or fall asleep (embarrassingly) in public. today, it was at the little hole-in-the-wall diner joker had told him about. so here he was. he had originally been in the middle of his calculus, but the numbers soon blurred and his cheek fell into the back of his palm. his eyes had been heavy after all and -- well, an impromptu nap was inevitable.
it really was a bad look, napping at an off-hour at a diner, surrounded by homework. a fan would certainly spot him -- wouldn't they? not like he truly cared what the hell they thought but...
but he was so tired. ]
