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week one ♡ friday ♡ shinjiro
[it's not like it really gets any easier as the day goes on. akira's had countless people talk to him, offer support, try to help.
on its own, that's not a bad thing. but for akira, both because of his circumstances with his criminal record and his status as the leader of the phantom thieves—this kind of doting attention is far too much for him to know how to handle. he's the one who helps others with their troubles—not the other way around.
still, people have made their efforts.
(maybe it feels a little hollow, too, when he knows haru's killer is in their numbers.)
but yet, akira only sits outside of his hut in the sand after a while, as the day draws nearer to a close. next to him is a fish on a leaf and a bottle of water—both given to him by a concerned person; he hasn't found it in him to actually eat it, though.
instead, akira is idly tracing out design in the sand. look, it's totally a productive use of his time.]
on its own, that's not a bad thing. but for akira, both because of his circumstances with his criminal record and his status as the leader of the phantom thieves—this kind of doting attention is far too much for him to know how to handle. he's the one who helps others with their troubles—not the other way around.
still, people have made their efforts.
(maybe it feels a little hollow, too, when he knows haru's killer is in their numbers.)
but yet, akira only sits outside of his hut in the sand after a while, as the day draws nearer to a close. next to him is a fish on a leaf and a bottle of water—both given to him by a concerned person; he hasn't found it in him to actually eat it, though.
instead, akira is idly tracing out design in the sand. look, it's totally a productive use of his time.]
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still, that protective streak had never fully left, only expanded, and it leaves him here, half-hidden in shadows cast by nearby palm trees while he watches akira sand in the sand, seemingly numb to everything except whatever it is he's tracing in the dirt.
it's one way to cope, he supposes, but it sure ain't healthy. he should know. ]
You should eat that before it gets cold.
[ and maybe stop drawing that weird hat in the sand. get ahold of yourself, akira. ]
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the phantom thieves could never be the same again, after all. not without haru.
he sighs, quiet—and though not meant to be defiant, akira shakes his head a little.]
I don't want to waste it. [which is to say that he hasn't been eating until he feels sure he could keep it down.
he probably can by now; it's been hours and a lot of that initial terror has faded, but he's still a bit wary of it.]
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he can understand the reasoning, and does understand nausea because his own stomach sure isn't sittin' pretty after that bloody mess, but there's no telling how much longer this might go on for. depression and anger are ugly sons of bitches. ]
If you let it sit out any longer, it's gonna go to waste anyway. [ thanks tropical heat for spoiling meat 3x speed. ] We can get more outta the ocean.
[ admittedly fish is probably not an easily renewable resource, but presumably there should be enough in the VAST OCEAN to last them at least a few more weeks. and if things go the way they have been going....well. it's a morbid thought, but still true.]
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whether it's because of death or because of finding a way out of this stupid fucking mess.]
I feel like you're probably just going to stare at me until I eat, anyway. [he'll pick up the leaf with the fish, and draw in a breath.
it's gonna be ok, mom. he'll eat...]
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I'm used to babysitting.
[ please don't take that as an insult. ]
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[no. what shinji gets is the most deadpan baby imitation known to man. weaker than his normal effort, but... you know.
at least he's taking a bite of his fish, finally. it's a start.]