week three ♡ wednesday ♡ magilou

[jokered]

[night falls, chaos ensues...

and eventually calms, to some extent.

even akira calms to some extent, after some actual, legitimate yelling and a little bit of punching. but sleep? sleep is definitely not happening, because his adrenaline is too high and he's still pretty furious, all thing considered.

he's got enough consideration to not wake other people who clearly need it. so he heads away from his hut at the top end and heads towards what was haru and yato's at the other end so he can pace off some of this energy and try to find some of his chill.

because apparently, he's got none of that right now.]

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[jokered]

[he likes 'em dangerous.]

...I didn't say I want to do that again. Being a mouse sucks, you can't open doors at all.

[....................]

[spinatalltale]

Well, duh. Mice don't have hands.

That's why you go under the door instead!

[Akira you need "how to be a mouse" lessons]

[jokered]

...Don't you think I would have done that if I could? Ship doors are too secure. No crevices so it keeps water out.

[this is a conversation they're having.]

[spinatalltale]

[this is, indeed, a conversation they're having]

You didn't say they were ship doors.

You're right; being a mouse does suck.

[not that she has experience]

[jokered]

It does. Talk about an experience I'd rather not do again.

[funny, how much more honest he's been about his experience with her.]

[spinatalltale]

[all this honesty between them means n o t h i n g]

[but she finally stands, shaking the last few droplets of water out of her hair. they're probably only like ankle deep or so in the surf]

I assume this happened during one of your heart-stealing escapades? You'll seriously have to tell me more about them sometime.

[so she can write them down. maybe]

[jokered]

[he'll move to stand too, making a face at his very wet jeans. uncomfortable. probably chafing. mistakes were made.]

Yeah, during one of those. [casually.] It was our last heist before... this.

[showing up here. and with haru gone:] Maybe the last one ever, for real.

[spinatalltale]

[SHOULD'VE WORN HIS SWIM TRUNKS]

[also? considering she doesn't know the full circumstances of his home situation, she is totally misinterpreting that]

Hey hey hey, where'd that defeatist attitude come from?! Don't go giving up and dying on me yet! I mean, sure, I'd win my bet, but I want to savor it before I do!

[jokered]

That's not how I meant it.

[he shakes his head.]

I'm not planning on dying.

[spinatalltale]

. . . oh. . .

[puffs up]

Be more clear next time! Murder island makes it super easy to misconstrue seemingly innocent statements like that one!

[wait]

-- why was it your last?

[jokered]

Circumstance. We were taking down the most powerful man in the country. And the cause of... nearly everything that happened to all of us.

[reforming him was going to have an impact on a lot of people—or so they hoped, but everyone had been apathetic and reluctant to believe it, so... who knows.]

Either way, without Haru— [it's not the same.]

[spinatalltale]

It isn't the same.

[she finishes for him]

[. . . which. actually brings up another question, somewhat related to what he told her earlier. a question she asks for literally no other purpose than. . . she's curious. the type of question someone asks when they just want to get to know someone better, as a person]

How many people are on your little heart thieving team back home, anyway?

[jokered]

The Phantom Thieves.

[so she knows what to call them. and then, he answers easily:]

Eight of us total.

[spinatalltale]

Whoooa, two more than Velvet's merry little band of miscreants. We had six; Laphicet was one.

[oh she's going for her book again. and popping it open]

Tell me about them!

[jokered]

[interesting.

...he didn't really expect her to ask that, of all things. before, it made sense because haru was one of them. but this—magilou's asking more questions about him and his life than expected.]

What do you want to know?

[spinatalltale]

[it's almost like she's trying to do the thing where you ask questions about someone just to get to know them!! weird??? she's never asked questions without an ulterior motive before]

You could start with names, brief descriptions, horoscopes, and shoe sizes.

[OKAY. . .]

[jokered]

I don't even think I could give you shoe sizes if I wanted to.

[spinatalltale]

What kind of friend doesn't know another friend's shoe size?

[she says with that judgmental air]

[of course she doesn't actually expect him to know shoe sizes, but you know]

[jokered]

This kind of friend, I guess. Some things, you just don't ask.

[like that, apparently.]

[spinatalltale]

. . .

For the record, I'm a six-and-a-half.

[jokered]

Now I'll be ready when it's time for me to buy you shoes.

[??? because you know. that's a thing that will ever happen.]

[spinatalltale]

[THAT'S. . . DEFINITELY A THING THAT WILL HAPPEN. DEFINITELY]

See? It always pays to be prepared!

[jokered]

Right. I need to know your horoscope, too then, right?

[how did he even flip this around, what are they doing.]

[spinatalltale]

[OH GOD ALY DON'T MAKE ME THINK OF TALES HOROSCOPES]

I'm afraid mine is classified information.

[jokered]

[YOU ASKED FOR THIS?]

How will I ever know if we're compatible allies, then? [allies. friends. lovers. whatever.]