[oh, Akechi. IF ONLY HE KNEW EXACTLY HOW MAD ON HIS BEHALF AKIRA WAS. . . about so many things, not just the stupid marks that people are cursed with upon arrival to this resort]
[he leans across the table, carefully taking Akechi's upper arm in his grasp and lifting it so he can. . . sniff an elbow, I guess. it's truly fucking bizarre. what does detective smell like?? he isn't lingering too long, but he is taking mental stock of whatever scents he picks up]
[once the task is complete, he leans back in his chair again and slides the dice towards his opponent]
He didn't. But to be fair, he seemed— [. . . ah, his anger is flaring again just thinking about it. focus, Kurusu]
. . . he seemed like he needed a pick-me-up. [to put it mildly] And he was probably too distracted to think about it.
no subject
[he leans across the table, carefully taking Akechi's upper arm in his grasp and lifting it so he can. . . sniff an elbow, I guess. it's truly fucking bizarre. what does detective smell like?? he isn't lingering too long, but he is taking mental stock of whatever scents he picks up]
[once the task is complete, he leans back in his chair again and slides the dice towards his opponent]
He didn't. But to be fair, he seemed— [. . . ah, his anger is flaring again just thinking about it. focus, Kurusu]
. . . he seemed like he needed a pick-me-up. [to put it mildly] And he was probably too distracted to think about it.