[ well he's avoiding the lounge, billiard room and library for any extended period of time, so catch him in the kitchen. digging through the fridges with a distracted sense of purpose. ]
[ they've had a lovely evening, lots of bonding and fun. ]
Is it?
[ wow he's tired and his knuckles on his right hand are probably bruising but he can't feel shit so. he emerges from the fridge with something that looks? leftover-ish? and slams the fridge door shut.
[ what up detective ho, hope you're making a trip to the kitchen at some point because there's where Ash is. Surprisingly, he's making a coffee this time around -- and yes it's instant, they're just going to have to slum it sadly.
The difference is he's got a little bottle of something else and is pouring a little into his own mug before setting the hot water and coffee grounds aside. ]
[He is! And with a similar idea in mind because, well. Sometimes you just need caffeine to help you power through all the bullshit. Ash is probably in the middle of pouring that... whatever it is... into his own mug when Akechi enters, and he spares it a single glance before greeting with with a simple:]
Carbide-san.
[No good afternoon/evening because he got on his case last time. :/ Binch.]
[ He just salutes, and it's just lazy and low effort but not exactly mocking, before taking a sip of his drink. Delicious? Delicious. At least it's got caffeine in. ]
[WELL. Akechi should be taking a nap, but instead he ends up almost tripping into Ash's unconscious self in the kitchen. Is he on a chair, at least? Questions only Becks can answer.
[ he IS on a chair! well done ash that’s almost a functioning human move there. but he’s also just slumped 100% over the table as well and the nudging just makes him groan like akechi hit him with a semi not a gentle arm push.
[Finding him in the conservatory! He's visibly exhausted after all the chaos, but... They did it. So Akechi is in a better mood when he approaches him this week.]
... We were. [Meltryllis, Asch, and this week's body count.] But... I suppose I'm feeling cautiously optimistic after learning Hunter's life may be spared.
[ ash has never been in a beauty salon in his life, but here he is. its a new room, so he might as well give it a little dig through before he goes to explore the rest of this floor, right?
[ welp. here's ash. he hasn't rush to explore the newest floor, but if akechi's wandering on up here on tuesday morning, he'll bump into ash in the doorway to the attic. he's frowning into the gloom, like he doesn't trust any of it, his tail swaying almost like a pendulum behind him. ]
[... Good morning, Ash. You know what's the perfect thing to see while you're in a creepy attic? A life sized ball jointed doll. Which is to say that, even though Akechi is bundled up and wearing gloves, Ash will still notice the line between his neck and jaw. Not to mention... the fact that his eyes are glassy and permanently dilated, and his face looks a little too perfect — almost airbrushed, including the bruises on it.
[ Ash just tilts his head to stare at Akechi for a moment, before he snorts and closes his eyes again. ]
D'ya ever stop the perfect little smile thing? I've seen your bitch face before, you don't have to pretend you feel like smiling.
[ tell the world how you really feel, ash. ]
Yeah. I'm just waiting for the divine signal or whatever they're gonna do. Pretty sure we're off in the afternoon, so I've got time. You're, what...? Late Thursday?
WEEK 0, SUNDAY
you can't stand in front of your profile plaque all day all the time. As soon as you go... he's in there, reading it. ]
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If you're that curious about me you could have simply asked...
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For better or for worse, these things are pretty bluntly honest.
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WEEK 0, SATURDAY post trial
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akechi is tired and rabies-chan is still fucking him up, so when he spots ash, all he does is acknowledge him with a simple—]
Carbide-san, good evening.
[and then he's making a beeline for the coffee grinds........... or the instant coffee, to be more specific. ew.]
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Is it?
[ wow he's tired and his knuckles on his right hand are probably bruising but he can't feel shit so. he emerges from the fridge with something that looks? leftover-ish? and slams the fridge door shut.
don't be a coffee snob, ascoochy. ]
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WEEK 1; SUNDAY, post execution
The difference is he's got a little bottle of something else and is pouring a little into his own mug before setting the hot water and coffee grounds aside. ]
dw didn't want me to tag this
Carbide-san.
[No good afternoon/evening because he got on his case last time. :/ Binch.]
dw is rude
[ He just salutes, and it's just lazy and low effort but not exactly mocking, before taking a sip of his drink. Delicious? Delicious. At least it's got caffeine in. ]
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WEEK 2; FRIDAY
Either way, he... nudges him.]
... Carbide-san?
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have mercy. ]
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Carbide-san, your room is a vastly better location if you intend to take a nap.
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WEEK 2; SATURDAY
Carbide-san, it seems like things are looking up.
[Well, as long as gun gets to do her job.]
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We were really at rock bottom if this was looking up, huh?
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WEEK 3; MONDAY
right? ]
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Except he's running into Akechi, who seems to be in the process of lining his pockets with different kinds of products.]
Oh, it's you. Good morning.
[Acting like this is totally fine and normal.]
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i thought i replied to this but i did not wtf
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WEEK 4; THURSDAY
Carbide-san, do you have a moment?
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Depends on what you want the moment for.
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week 5; tuesday am
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Excuse me, Carbide-san.
[... Good morning, Ash. You know what's the perfect thing to see while you're in a creepy attic? A life sized ball jointed doll. Which is to say that, even though Akechi is bundled up and wearing gloves, Ash will still notice the line between his neck and jaw. Not to mention... the fact that his eyes are glassy and permanently dilated, and his face looks a little too perfect — almost airbrushed, including the bruises on it.
Please let him step into the creepy attic.]
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week five, friday.
Carbide-san, may I have a moment of your time?
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I have a feeling you're going to get it anyway, so hop to it.
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week six, tuesday morning.
I'm surprised you're still here. Will your group head out soon?
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D'ya ever stop the perfect little smile thing? I've seen your bitch face before, you don't have to pretend you feel like smiling.
[ tell the world how you really feel, ash. ]
Yeah. I'm just waiting for the divine signal or whatever they're gonna do. Pretty sure we're off in the afternoon, so I've got time. You're, what...? Late Thursday?
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