[nope] Killing night 12 - Shuichi

[afailedmurder]

[Akechi is taking Baxter out for one last walk before he holes up, which is to say he's lurking around the infirmary without going in until the raccoons start badgering him. It's only when he catches Shuichi's eye that he tries to act cool and casual about it.]

Good evening, Saihara-kun! I'm not interested in exploring tonight, but if you need an alibi, you can drop by my room.

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[afailedmurder]

I agree completely. I won't hesitate to act when the moment comes, but for now our time is better served in preparation.

[Akechi sets the puppy down, takes off his shoes and his tie]

...Although that having been said, I still don't feel like doing much of anything tonight.

[truthstranger]

[he also takes off his shoes.]

Ah, that's fine. I was actually also telling him that taking care of ourselves and each other is one of the most important things we can be doing right now...

[afailedmurder]

No wonder he likes you. I'm certain he was much more happy to hear an argument like that than my thesis on his foolishness.

[truthstranger]

[an awkward laugh]

Maybe so. Though, he clearly also cares about you.

[afailedmurder]

He cares about everyone, and is always surrounded by others. That's simply how he is.

[this is not a compliment]

[truthstranger]

[aha]

Well, some people are like that... the sort of personality that draws people to them. I don't think it means less that way...

[afailedmurder]

I don't believe he's insincere. I'm the one who's... overly invested. It'll be healthier for both of us if I don't depend on him so much.

[truthstranger]

Ah.

[that also explains some things. like him telling Shuichi to be good to Akechi]

I’m... sorry. Even if it’s true you could rely on other people more as well, I’m sure that’s not very comforting when you’re worried about him.

[afailedmurder]

It is what it is. I have been relying on him, but he's shown that he can't or won't rely on me in turn. I don't hate him for that; there are many here who are easier to get along with, and there are philosophical differences between Kurusu and myself that cannot be bridged. But finding myself in such a pathetic position makes my stomach turn.

[truthstranger]

It’s not pathetic.

[afailedmurder]

You don't think so? I never had to rely on anyone before...

[truthstranger]

Everyone has to rely on other people sometimes. It's good you're trying to do that.

And... anyone would be upset about someone not feeling the same way as them.

[afailedmurder]

That's...

[an embarrassing way to phrase it, but impossible to deny without first acknowledging, and therefore not worth addressing]

A-at any rate, despite concerns on both ends, I believe he and I have come to a mutual understanding. There's no need to dwell on the subject.

[truthstranger]

Mm, if you think so, we don’t need to hash it out anymore. But... it’s good to know how you’re doing. And... I hope you know you have other people you can rely on, too.

[afailedmurder]

...Do you really mean that?

[asking a little too seriously, and scrutinizing the answer closely]

[truthstranger]

Of course I do.

[also serious, and a little bit like, is that even really a question]

[afailedmurder]

I'm not the person I pretend to be. Sooner or later I'm going to kill someone.

[sounding more scared than murderous, but ok]

[truthstranger]

Not if you let people support you. And... you don't need to pretend.

[afailedmurder]

Of course I do. I want you to like me!

[truthstranger]

I'm sure would like you anyway! No, even more so, if you could be honest with me.

[afailedmurder]

[has a seat on his bed. the dog tries to follow but he shoves it off. beds are for people!!]

I wouldn't even know where to start.

[truthstranger]

[after a moment, he also sits down on the bed, though leaving a good amount of space between them and not making eye contact]

That’s... fine. I mean, you don’t need to tell me everything all at once... or even tell me everything at all. Just don’t feel like you have to hide things to make me like you.

[afailedmurder]

All right.

[no danger of eye contact here anyway. he stares at his hands or the floor]

...Back home, I have a food blog. I go to trendy cafes, take selfies, write reviews. I buy overpriced gift boxes to bring in for all the real detectives. But I don't care about food. I don't hate it, I just... don't care. One place is the same as the next. If you've had one pancake, you've had them all.

[there you go, stunning confessions from Goro Akechi]

[truthstranger]

[listens attentively]

...Why do you do it, then?

[afailedmurder]

I thought having an age-appropriate hobby would humanize me in the eyes of my coworkers, and I wanted to increase my social media presence as well to boost my popularity with the younger demographic. I already spent a lot of time doing work in various cafes, so it seemed the most convenient way to kill two birds with one stone. Of course, I also managed to start getting myself free drinks and meals.

That's what I'm actually like. Everything is a means to an end.