He watches her, of course. The smile still plastered on his face even as he thinks nothing but terrible things of her. The nerve. The audacity. The fact that he hates people like her. People who make him feel like shit and then come crawling back looking apologetic, as if that will change anything. But Luna closes her eyes, and her response never comes.
Maybe, for just the briefest of moments, he wonders if he's gone too far. Maybe, just maybe, he feels a tinge of concern.
And then it feels like his head is about to fucking explode, and that's that! He stumbles back half a step, left hand darting up to clutch his head despite the spark of pain that produces on his side. There's shock, there's surprise, and then there's panic, followed by fucking rage as realization sinks in and he begins to understands what's happening. If Luna wants his emotions to shut up, she might have to keep at it until this all becomes a migraine and he's almost too nauseous to think, really.]
[She feels that rage and pushes back at it, almost in sorrowful spite of him. But the act of allowing herself to internally crash hurts her just as much as it hurts him, her face wet with tears despite the blank expression on her face.
The cacophony deepens. Luna shudders and lets her weight sink to her knees. It hurts. It hurts.
Luna goes down, and not too long after, so does Akechi. Migraines and nausea are never a good combination, you know. Even less so, when you have recently gone through the grinder and your whole body feels like mush. His knees hit the floor, his rage bubbling and then bursting into nothing, and finally — Luna will have the silence she desires.
[She cuts it off with a shuddering sob, her vision blurred...
But it's been too much. Red lights flash, processes start to dissolve left and right as she looks at the young man she just forced into unconsciousness
Her eyes go dim as she pitches forward onto the floor, the cacophony a different pitch, screaming screaming screaming at the harm of a human.]
Ok there we go
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Well, then.
He watches her, of course. The smile still plastered on his face even as he thinks nothing but terrible things of her. The nerve. The audacity. The fact that he hates people like her. People who make him feel like shit and then come crawling back looking apologetic, as if that will change anything. But Luna closes her eyes, and her response never comes.
Maybe, for just the briefest of moments, he wonders if he's gone too far. Maybe, just maybe, he feels a tinge of concern.
And then it feels like his head is about to fucking explode, and that's that! He stumbles back half a step, left hand darting up to clutch his head despite the spark of pain that produces on his side. There's shock, there's surprise, and then there's panic, followed by fucking rage as realization sinks in and he begins to understands what's happening. If Luna wants his emotions to shut up, she might have to keep at it until this all becomes a migraine and he's almost too nauseous to think, really.]
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The cacophony deepens. Luna shudders and lets her weight sink to her knees. It hurts. It hurts.
She's so, so sorry.]
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That's fine.
It's fine!
Everything's... fine...
Luna goes down, and not too long after, so does Akechi. Migraines and nausea are never a good combination, you know. Even less so, when you have recently gone through the grinder and your whole body feels like mush. His knees hit the floor, his rage bubbling and then bursting into nothing, and finally — Luna will have the silence she desires.
The floor is their home now.]
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But it's been too much. Red lights flash, processes start to dissolve left and right as she looks at the young man she just forced into unconsciousness
Her eyes go dim as she pitches forward onto the floor, the cacophony a different pitch, screaming screaming screaming at the harm of a human.]
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