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[le_mat]

[Don't ruin this for him]

Not that I know of, just the same things from home.

[policedefective]

Maybe the store that has infinite stock has Ukon no Chikara laying about.

Not sure if it really works, however.

[le_mat]

I hear it tastes awful.

[policedefective]

A price I'm willing to pay if it helps.

Does hydration count if I use water magic, do you think?

[le_mat]

... probably. I think Satonaka might have some energy drinks in the fridge.

[familyproblem]

[Back to staring down the gulf. So certain that there's some kind of difference between what he did and what everyone else has done, without any evidence to back that up, and wondering in a lucid moment - maybe it's just a trick he's playing on himself? If there's anything truly different about what he'd be capable of, if he lost control in the wrong place at the wrong time - how terrible would it have to be to overshadow what Emmet, or Ingo, or Akira already have done?]

Ah, it - mm. [Yeah.] It's - that's just how it is. Isn't it.

[policedefective]

Urrrgh. Fine. What a pain.

[Akira would hear the sound of groaning before the scrap of clawed feet walking on the floor and the creak of an opening door. As the wind opened the refrigerator, he found some of the cans and brought one to himself, the other being pushed into Akira's room before it falls on his stomach.

Then he goes right back to his own bed.]

[le_mat]

I guess so. I've fed as a kelpie and a shade now, but I'm no expert.

[he ponders if he wants to say what he thinks. If it will actually help. But it bubbles up almost without his consent]

This place... it's like a drug. She gets into you and makes it all seem okay. Or even good. And for some people accepting it and getting used to it are fine. I can't really judge them for it.

... but there's something to be said for looking at all this and just saying "no". We eat because we have to survive. But you don't have to be okay with it. You don't have to "adapt"- even if it's hopeless there's... something there in telling the Fog "fuck you" to her face.

[ something in him grieves at his own words. He's not that kind of person anymore. But gladion still could be, if he wanted to]

[familyproblem]

[Another knife, piercing straight through his fear and into a second worry: looking down this fruitless, indeterminate resistance and realizing, in a cold panic, I don't think I can do this again if I'm on my own this time.

And now Silvally is here.

As if to confirm that, or just sensing his rising stress, it jolts in his hand. Gladion tenses, sitting up a little straighter.]

No, buddy, it's fine, [he murmurs,] it's just a talk. [And he slouches again, slowly.

Breathes out. Breathes in.]

That's all I want. I just don't - I don't want to - we've all sort of, lost it when hunger hit. [Breathe.] If I have to go under, I want to know I'll come back up again.

[le_mat]

[there's so much he could say: about Self, cognition, will. But it's far too past both their bedtimes for such heavy things. So:]

You can. And will. I have faith in you.

[le_mat]

[A satisfying grunt of it landing on him]

Ugh. Thanks.

[He's gonna drink it anyway and then roll over for a few more hours of sleep... eventually, by later afternoon, getting up maybe try and cook]

[policedefective]

[Guess how many burned food kits are on the table because Akechi is trying to cook himself.

A lot.]

[le_mat]

[Oh, that's just sad. He kinda knew Akechi didn't really cook, so he must be desperate enough to try but not willing to face the sun to go out and pick something up. Mood]

This is depressing.

[policedefective]

You're right, you've been in bed for so long.

[:D]

[le_mat]

[He flips him off as he makes his way into the kitchen properly]

Sit down. Watching this is probably domestic abuse or something.

[policedefective]

I can do this.

[He groans in annoyance before standing, arms crossed to watch him.]

[le_mat]

[He stares... then shrugs]

Okay.

[ He moves to get a pot]

Boss told me once miso is the best breakfast for a hangover.

[policedefective]

I see.

[...]

I think I brought a few packets from the store somewhere in the cupboards.

[le_mat]

Good. It shouldn't take too long.

[Once water is boiling he grabs some bottles of green tea from the combini out of the fridge and tosses one to Akechi.]

Coffee later. Caffeine is dehydrating.

[policedefective]

I'm not that stupid, you know.

[He has some knowledge, just not homemade cures.]

I'll take your expert knowledge regardless.

[le_mat]

As if you would turn it down if I made some.

[policedefective]

I would out of spite.

[But he won't.]

[le_mat]

Akechi Goro turning down Leblanc coffee? Are you sure the whiskey didn't kill you?

[policedefective]

Knowing you, you probably placed a hot pepper in it whenever I showed up.

[Especially since he now knows they knew about him being a traitor.]

[le_mat]

No, I just spit in it.