catch-all: akira.

[rerouter]

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tuesday, week two.

[rerouter]

[Whenever Akira wanders by the fountains, he will find Monika sitting on the edge, reaching for one of the glass bottles while taking care to avoid touching the gross waters.]

Jeez... I really miss the sea.

[bloodread]

We were literally just there. [ Even if that's not the same at all, but the boy is dumb and not at all paying attention to the act that glass is involved. This is fine. ]

[rerouter]

Huh? Well, yes, but...

[She gestures at the gross ass fountain water.]

Wasn't it nicer than this?

[bloodread]

Well yeah, but we had the entire ocean last week.

[rerouter]

[A blink. And then she laughs.]

Oh! Ahaha, jeez, not that one. I'm talking about the beach in Cittagazze. You know, the one with the bottles? The water was a lot cleaner than this.

[bloodread]

Oh, yeah that one was pretty nice. Or it was until I was knocked out on it for several hours.

[ He had so much sand in his clothes... ]

[rerouter]

[Oof. She sucks in a breath, sympathetic.]

You mean, after Qi Rong...?

[bloodread]

Right. But the beach wasn't a bad place to spar either.

[ He makes a face at this and grumbles because f his sparring partner. ]

[rerouter]

Really? I would have thought all the sand would make it uncomfortable.

[F... She's still holding a glass bottle in her hand, though. So she moves to place it back into the fountain, only for a shard to get yeeted at her hand with the splash of the water. He will immediately be treated to a memory.]

[bloodread]

It absorbs the impact—

[ Off to memory lane they go. He's not sure what to make of it initially though the seemingly normal day doesn't give him any comfort; he's the type of guy who always sees the glass half empty and doesn't trust anything at face value.

He kinda wishes he wasn't right here.

His teeth are clenched when the memory finishes, though he unlocks his jaw and shakes out some of the tension coursing through his muscles. ]

...the hell was that? Was that some type of curse?

[rerouter]

[Ah.

She hates that.

Monika is visibly pale when the memory ends, a haunted look frozen on her face. It takes her a couple of seconds to calm down, squeezing her eyes shut before she shakes head.]

Ah... No, it's not a curse exactly. [A little wobbly.] I'm really sorry you had to see that. I was hoping it wouldn't happen again now that I'm here, but...

[bloodread]

...yeah, I know the feeling. [ A slight shake of his head. ]

I've seen a lot worse, so don't worry about it. But were you able to get out of all of that?

[rerouter]

[She looks at him curiously when he says he knows the feeling, but... ah. About that.

A shake of her head.]

Only when we woke up in Cittagazze, so... no. Not really.

[bloodread]

[ A slight nod. ]

So you wanna stay here?

[rerouter]

... Not here here.

[Quietly, a little tired.]

But I know I don't want to go home if I don't have to. Every time that happens, it feels like I've been killed. I can't take it anymore.

[bloodread]

...yeah. [ He doesn't know what else to say without prying and he's not that type of guy, but he does agree. ]

When we find the door outta here, the Watchers can probably help you with that.

[bloodread]

[ Akira is walking out of the church when he sees Monika, and he doesn't so much as stop but slow down. ]

Going to pray?

[rerouter]

[A shake of her head, as she stares at the angel mosaics with a frown.]

... I would never pray to a god who laughs at the misery of everyone not eligible for their miracles.

[And then she glances at him, sighing.]

Are you stepping out for some fresh air?

[bloodread]

[ There's something of an amused huff. ]

I was just here to check something. Church really isn't my thing even with everything I know about the afterlife.

[rerouter]

What you know about the afterlife...?

[Akira? Just what is your deal, sir.]

What were you checking out?

[bloodread]

I've dealt with a lot of spirits. Ghosts if you wanna call 'em that.

[ Said so casually, this is just his life. ]

I was here to check out the angel statues, though.

[rerouter]

Ah... With a power like yours, that makes sense.

[The blood reading... Very nifty. Very supernatural detective-y.]

Did you find what you were looking for, then...? The statues haven't changed, have they?

[rerouter]

[...]

I won't get my hopes up. But if they could... that would be nice.

[bloodread]

It's a package deal.

[ A slight shake of his head. ]

Nah, they're the same. I just figured I'd look at them before we went to the next place.

week 4; tuesday evening

[bloodread]

[ They're probably both used to the roommate carousel at this point, as much as one can be. Today however, when Monika comes back to their room, she'll find Akira and a pile of black clothes thrown on the floor.

Normally, he's a fastidiously neat roomie, who would've thought. ]

Parties are stupid. [ Since he doesn't have his hood on indoors, she gets to see his cat ears in their full glory too. ]