[Well........ Because Luna's suffering never ends, the moment she knocks? She will feel a vague flash of irritation around the same time she probably becomes aware of a dull ache all over her body. It's worse on her right arm, sides and back... But that's probably fine. Unfortunately for everyone in this thread, however, Akechi only grows more irritated once he opens the door and sees her. Though his expression is perfectly pleasant, like he's only surprised to see her.]
Luna. Is there something I can help you with?
[......... He says, hair still a little disheveled and dressed up in a stupidly expensive sweatpant and jacket combo. But at least he's clean and no longer smells like a graveyard regurgitated on him. That's nice!]
The pain is what tips her off to what's going on, tensing her immediately even before the foreign irritation starts to fester. There's a flicker of confusion, of hurt, one that barely crosses her face...
Was... was he just feeling unwell? Is that why...
...
Cautiously, she bows her head, keeping her voice quiet.]
I'm sorry for interrupting you. I... wanted to make sure you were okay.
[A beat. There's a heavy ripple of guilt as she remembers watching him walk off on Monday with that same smile plastered on his face.]
[... Hm...? What are these feelings, and can they fuck off?]
... Oh?
[Confusion is met with confusion. Everything else, with anger and annoyance. Excuse you, Luna. She made him answer the door and this is what she's going with? The smile remains as he cants his head.]
That's a strange thing to say. After all, you made your opinion quite clear the last time we spoke. Shouldn't I be the one concerned about being a bother?
[... His tone is very polite and matter-of-fact, but. Yeah. Even if the vitriol isn't in his tone, Luna sure as heck will feel it.]
She stays quiet for a long moment. Every polite word hits her like a knife, hurting far more than the ache that digs down into her bones, turning a flicker of hurt into a fire of betrayal, of guilt...
...
But beyond that, there comes an anger. Cold and unnatural, born of a link with another and a fatigue of two weeks of endless work. While she would never think to raise a hand against Akechi, injured or otherwise... to sit and be despised, to be under an eye of such disgust when she had fallen for such a happy ruse...
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.]
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Luna. Is there something I can help you with?
[......... He says, hair still a little disheveled and dressed up in a stupidly expensive sweatpant and jacket combo. But at least he's clean and no longer smells like a graveyard regurgitated on him. That's nice!]
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Oh no...
The pain is what tips her off to what's going on, tensing her immediately even before the foreign irritation starts to fester. There's a flicker of confusion, of hurt, one that barely crosses her face...
Was... was he just feeling unwell? Is that why...
...
Cautiously, she bows her head, keeping her voice quiet.]
I'm sorry for interrupting you. I... wanted to make sure you were okay.
[A beat. There's a heavy ripple of guilt as she remembers watching him walk off on Monday with that same smile plastered on his face.]
I... understand if you don't want to speak to me.
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... Oh?
[Confusion is met with confusion. Everything else, with anger and annoyance. Excuse you, Luna. She made him answer the door and this is what she's going with? The smile remains as he cants his head.]
That's a strange thing to say. After all, you made your opinion quite clear the last time we spoke. Shouldn't I be the one concerned about being a bother?
[... His tone is very polite and matter-of-fact, but. Yeah. Even if the vitriol isn't in his tone, Luna sure as heck will feel it.]
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She stays quiet for a long moment. Every polite word hits her like a knife, hurting far more than the ache that digs down into her bones, turning a flicker of hurt into a fire of betrayal, of guilt...
...
But beyond that, there comes an anger. Cold and unnatural, born of a link with another and a fatigue of two weeks of endless work. While she would never think to raise a hand against Akechi, injured or otherwise... to sit and be despised, to be under an eye of such disgust when she had fallen for such a happy ruse...
She can't just sit here.
...
Her mind drifts to Isaac. To his reaction.
She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath.
And she lets her mind remember.]
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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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