[ Akira doesn't answer immediately -- he slips out of bed and locks himself in the less than spacious Leblanc bathroom before he picks up on the third ring. He's pretty sure Futaba has the cafe bugged, and he doesn't want Morgana to hear anything from the couch, and so he's left to trace the patterns on the extremely ancient wallpaper. ]
Sometimes I have these dreams that I'm in prison. [ Akira offers, automatically, as soon as he picks up, like an anecdote can help calm down Akechi. It feels like it isn't enough, given that he knows Akechi is dreaming about real life instead of what-if's; he's dreaming about things he's actually done, hiding behind a thin veneer. ]
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Sometimes I have these dreams that I'm in prison. [ Akira offers, automatically, as soon as he picks up, like an anecdote can help calm down Akechi. It feels like it isn't enough, given that he knows Akechi is dreaming about real life instead of what-if's; he's dreaming about things he's actually done, hiding behind a thin veneer. ]
Like, fantasy prison. Everything's blue.