[ Akira lost his place in trying to help Akechi, didn't he? It's already gone. He watches him put his food in the fridge instead of eating it and feels the words on his tongue -- comfort or insisting that Akechi eat it or --
but that's not his place, and he can't keep forcing Akechi into roles anymore. Akechi can't be someone for Akira to take care of if he doesn't want to be.
Akira feels like he's made entirely out of broken glass. ]
Sure. [ And Akira does. Finish his food, that is. He finishes it and washes the plate and sets it by the sink to dry and does it all almost mechanically. He doesn't really taste it anymore. He isn't doing it because he wants to, and it sits in his stomach, sour and heavy.
But it's food, and he should eat.
He gets up afterwards and grabs his coat, because there's no point in wasting anymore time trying to play house with Akechi. ]
Iwai's in Shibuya, and Takemi's near Leblanc, so I'll probably go in that order for supplies.
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but that's not his place, and he can't keep forcing Akechi into roles anymore. Akechi can't be someone for Akira to take care of if he doesn't want to be.
Akira feels like he's made entirely out of broken glass. ]
Sure. [ And Akira does. Finish his food, that is. He finishes it and washes the plate and sets it by the sink to dry and does it all almost mechanically. He doesn't really taste it anymore. He isn't doing it because he wants to, and it sits in his stomach, sour and heavy.
But it's food, and he should eat.
He gets up afterwards and grabs his coat, because there's no point in wasting anymore time trying to play house with Akechi. ]
Iwai's in Shibuya, and Takemi's near Leblanc, so I'll probably go in that order for supplies.