[ Ash does actually look at Akira's arm -- properly this time, no weird angles. He even turns it from side to side, so it's clear he's examining it closely. And then he makes sure to look Akira directly in the eyes. ]
There's nothing there. [ He reaches to put a hand over it, to see if he can feel anything, in case his eyes are playing tricks. But there's just skin there - warm and not at all decayed. ]
[but before he can say anything, he sucks in a hiss of pain and doubles over on himself, arms wrapping around his side as though something had just. . . like. stabbed him there???]
[ the sudden movement means ash’s grip on akira’s arm tightens for a moment before akira’s arms shoot to wrap around his waist. ]
Shit— these stupid bonds— [ it’s not like he can do anything if all akira’s feeling is phantom pain from stupid things that his bond partner is doing, but he can spot the signs of someone descending into panic well enough. ]
Hey. [ he snaps his fingers under akira’s nose ] No freakin’ out. If he does need help you can’t do shit if you’re hyperventilating in a corner. C’mon.
[Akira finds himself instinctively leaning into that touch against his arm, almost like it can anchor him into the here and now, help him focus on what's actually happening to him and not what's happening to Akechi. his gaze snaps up, eyes wide]
I--
[. . . Ash is right, isn't he? it isn't like Akira to panic like this, though Akechi's own feelings of fear and distress surely aren't helping. he sucks in a deep breath and steels himself, nodding before he sits up]
[ when akira seems to have control of himself again, ash lets out an exhale — something like relief. he has no idea what it is that akira’s feeling anyway, so he can’t pinpoint the best way to snap him out of it. honestly, he feels kinda lucky that what he said worked in the first place. ]
Don’t apologise for freaking out. These bonds are a pain in the ass and you feel way too much. [ he kinda hates it, feeling emotions he can’t control. After a moment, he lifts a hand and ruffles it through Akira’s hair. ] You’re fine. And he’ll be fine. It’s not Thursday night, so whatever’s happening’s gotta be something he can make it through, yeah?
[ it’s... assumptive and a very broad way of thinking, but it’s something. ] Detective didn’t say if he was meeting anyone, did he?
[and then huffs, doing his best to use the feelings of being grounded that Ash helped establish as an anchor to send more feelings to Akechi. concern (A LOT OF CONCERN), a silent and emotional question, are you okay???]
He'd better be fine.
[he mutters, but then hisses as his attempts at comfort are met with ANGER. at that, Akira visibly flinches, but he stomps on those emotions quickly so they don't leak out]
Asshole. [THAT'S DIRECTED AT AKECHI. Ash will be able to see the annoyance on his features] He didn't say anything to me about meeting anyone, or doing anything dangerous.
[ hey. he’s tactile. and akira’s hair is messy too, so there we go. ]
We’ll hear if something’s happened. And not like... in the Friday kind of way. If he’s stuck somewhere he’ll show up again.
[ he does move his hand away in surprise when akira yells out loud at. well. technically akechi, literally no one. ] I’m not sure at what point we need to be telling everyone our every move, to be honest. Maybe there was something that didn’t go according to plan?
[ Ash's hands raise like he's going to catch hold of Akira if any sudden pain sends him toppling forwards, and drops them when he seems to have got a handle on it. ]
-- Did he piss someone off recently? [ They're a pretty fighty lot, Akira ]
Say you how you really feel. [ The situation is serious, but he kinda can't help but chuckle. ] Just do it next time, he seems like the kind of person who'd benefit from it every now and again.
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[ Ash does actually look at Akira's arm -- properly this time, no weird angles. He even turns it from side to side, so it's clear he's examining it closely. And then he makes sure to look Akira directly in the eyes. ]
There's nothing there, Akira. Your arm's clear.
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You can't see the. . . [he trails off. gives his arm another look. yeah, from his perspective? that skin is decaying]
It looks like it's starting to decay. The skin is rotting off.
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There's nothing there. [ He reaches to put a hand over it, to see if he can feel anything, in case his eyes are playing tricks. But there's just skin there - warm and not at all decayed. ]
Feels like regular ol' skin too.
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[then closes it again]
[then opens it--]
[but before he can say anything, he sucks in a hiss of pain and doubles over on himself, arms wrapping around his side as though something had just. . . like. stabbed him there???]
Fuck--
[THANKS AKECHI HE FEELS THAT]
What the hell is he. . . what is he even doing?!
[PANIC INTENSIFIES]
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Shit— these stupid bonds— [ it’s not like he can do anything if all akira’s feeling is phantom pain from stupid things that his bond partner is doing, but he can spot the signs of someone descending into panic well enough. ]
Hey. [ he snaps his fingers under akira’s nose ] No freakin’ out. If he does need help you can’t do shit if you’re hyperventilating in a corner. C’mon.
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I--
[. . . Ash is right, isn't he? it isn't like Akira to panic like this, though Akechi's own feelings of fear and distress surely aren't helping. he sucks in a deep breath and steels himself, nodding before he sits up]
. . . I know. Sorry.
[for losing it for that brief, fleeting moment]
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Don’t apologise for freaking out. These bonds are a pain in the ass and you feel way too much. [ he kinda hates it, feeling emotions he can’t control. After a moment, he lifts a hand and ruffles it through Akira’s hair. ] You’re fine. And he’ll be fine. It’s not Thursday night, so whatever’s happening’s gotta be something he can make it through, yeah?
[ it’s... assumptive and a very broad way of thinking, but it’s something. ] Detective didn’t say if he was meeting anyone, did he?
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[kind of. blinks dumbly at Ash, like he isn't. . . quite sure. . . what to do with that???]
[????]
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He'd better be fine.
[he mutters, but then hisses as his attempts at comfort are met with ANGER. at that, Akira visibly flinches, but he stomps on those emotions quickly so they don't leak out]
Asshole. [THAT'S DIRECTED AT AKECHI. Ash will be able to see the annoyance on his features] He didn't say anything to me about meeting anyone, or doing anything dangerous.
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We’ll hear if something’s happened. And not like... in the Friday kind of way. If he’s stuck somewhere he’ll show up again.
[ he does move his hand away in surprise when akira yells out loud at. well. technically akechi, literally no one. ] I’m not sure at what point we need to be telling everyone our every move, to be honest. Maybe there was something that didn’t go according to plan?
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[. . . and Akira cuts himself off again with another hiss, this time curling on on his hip, hand shooting to that body part]
Fuck! [AKECHI WHY] What's he even getting beaten up by?!
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-- Did he piss someone off recently? [ They're a pretty fighty lot, Akira ]
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[and at that, Akira just. . . huffs a wry, frustrated laugh]
Not that I know of, but I wouldn't be surprised if he had.
[HE'S A LI'L BITCH SOMETIMES]
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[ or maybe it’s juuuuuust zombies. ]
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I can't exactly blame them. I can't count on two hands the number of times I've wanted to punch him.
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Say you how you really feel. [ The situation is serious, but he kinda can't help but chuckle. ] Just do it next time, he seems like the kind of person who'd benefit from it every now and again.
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Technically, I already have.
[AKECHI STARTED THE FIGHT THO]
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[ like. okay. ash just grins like a cheshire cat. this fucker. ]
Now I'm jealous, I kinda wanna do that too.
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[HA]
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[ it's the only correct response! ]