[Before Akira turns around, there's just a moment-
A soft laugh catches in his chest before he can stop it when Maruki confirms there's no Persona. "Wouldn't that have been something?" It's so much Maruki Takuto, so much the counselor sitting with his student and pondering the probability of something he says with just the warmest dash of awe... It makes fondness burst in Akira's chest like a shotgun shell, wormed down deep around his heart where it will never be dug out.
He could've lost him tonight. He lingers another moment, one hand starting to numb from the cold under the sink while the other white-knuckles the side of it. He could've lost him tonight and he never would've even known until he tried to contact him like Akechi.
The moment passes. Akira pulls his hand out from under the water and shakes it out as he turns around.]
Pass me your shirt and you can start rinsing some of the blood off. [Akira holds a hand out for it. He hasn't decided if it's going in the hamper or the trash yet.] The tally marks are tattooed onto people in this district called Combatants. They enjoy violence for sport, so they'd probably fall in line with your attacker. But...
[His brow furrows again. He should tell Maruki his thoughts; nothing he's thinking would aid Maruki in fighting against him if things ever go poorly, and... he's supposed to hope for the best thing right now, not the worst.
If Akira is going to believe in him, he needs to open his hand to accept it.]
The electric skill is bothering me. It sounds like some kind of magic, even if it's without a Persona, and I don't think I've seen of the natives able to do anything like that. It makes me think it's someone that was summoned to the Amplitheater.
okay no you're right, nobody can beat him
A soft laugh catches in his chest before he can stop it when Maruki confirms there's no Persona. "Wouldn't that have been something?" It's so much Maruki Takuto, so much the counselor sitting with his student and pondering the probability of something he says with just the warmest dash of awe... It makes fondness burst in Akira's chest like a shotgun shell, wormed down deep around his heart where it will never be dug out.
He could've lost him tonight. He lingers another moment, one hand starting to numb from the cold under the sink while the other white-knuckles the side of it. He could've lost him tonight and he never would've even known until he tried to contact him like Akechi.
The moment passes. Akira pulls his hand out from under the water and shakes it out as he turns around.]
Pass me your shirt and you can start rinsing some of the blood off. [Akira holds a hand out for it. He hasn't decided if it's going in the hamper or the trash yet.] The tally marks are tattooed onto people in this district called Combatants. They enjoy violence for sport, so they'd probably fall in line with your attacker. But...
[His brow furrows again. He should tell Maruki his thoughts; nothing he's thinking would aid Maruki in fighting against him if things ever go poorly, and... he's supposed to hope for the best thing right now, not the worst.
If Akira is going to believe in him, he needs to open his hand to accept it.]
The electric skill is bothering me. It sounds like some kind of magic, even if it's without a Persona, and I don't think I've seen of the natives able to do anything like that. It makes me think it's someone that was summoned to the Amplitheater.