[It may take him a while, but he will eventually run into Akechi in the playground! Specifically, on the swing set — where he's currently occupying one of the swings and flipping through that familiar spiral bound notebook. Just as Chuuya expected, he seems pretty mad... Though not mad enough that he doesn't notice his approach.
Once Chuuya comes close enough, Akechi will snap his notebook shut and lift his head, glancing over to him.]
Ah... It's just you, Nakahara-kun.
[Said almost like he was expecting someone else, though not like he's put off by seeing him. Now he just looks more solemn than anything.]
[Yeah, Chuuya has a guess at what Akechi was expecting. But he'll leave that alone for now, and take up a seat in the other swing.]
Wondering how I've fallen so far to become 'just Nakahara-kun', I guess. It looks like you have way more on your mind, though. Bothered about the trial?
[He has no beef to pick with Chuuya, so. He's welcome to sit down on the other swing. Akechi won't seem bothered by it... Though he will watch him quietly, sombre.]
Of course I am. We failed to bring Nia Teppelin's killer to justice, and now Asch-san and even Kaoih-san... The price of our indiscretion is too great.
Yeah, that's a good reason to try our best. Though you're Mr. detective or whatever, right? I thought you would've had experience at not finding the culprit.
[Akira had said Akechi was a detective, so.
He's not swinging on the swing, but he does rock back and forth a bit, using his feet to do the small motions.]
...we'll get 'em. Even if it takes a little longer.
[Ah... Well. His expression pinches, one of his hands clenching around the swing's chain.]
... It's true. There have been situations where even I, and those who work with me, have failed to identify a culprit. But this is not the same. My indiscretions have never resulted in someone else getting wrongfully executed.
[Which is, in the end, apparently what's fucking him up the most. After all, who hasn't experienced failure in their life? But at this cost... Ugh.]
We will. [Quietly, at first. And then, with a bit more determination:] There's no other choice. We can't allow things to end like this.
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Once Chuuya comes close enough, Akechi will snap his notebook shut and lift his head, glancing over to him.]
Ah... It's just you, Nakahara-kun.
[Said almost like he was expecting someone else, though not like he's put off by seeing him. Now he just looks more solemn than anything.]
... How are you faring?
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Wondering how I've fallen so far to become 'just Nakahara-kun', I guess. It looks like you have way more on your mind, though. Bothered about the trial?
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[He has no beef to pick with Chuuya, so. He's welcome to sit down on the other swing. Akechi won't seem bothered by it... Though he will watch him quietly, sombre.]
Of course I am. We failed to bring Nia Teppelin's killer to justice, and now Asch-san and even Kaoih-san... The price of our indiscretion is too great.
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[Akira had said Akechi was a detective, so.
He's not swinging on the swing, but he does rock back and forth a bit, using his feet to do the small motions.]
...we'll get 'em. Even if it takes a little longer.
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... It's true. There have been situations where even I, and those who work with me, have failed to identify a culprit. But this is not the same. My indiscretions have never resulted in someone else getting wrongfully executed.
[Which is, in the end, apparently what's fucking him up the most. After all, who hasn't experienced failure in their life? But at this cost... Ugh.]
We will. [Quietly, at first. And then, with a bit more determination:] There's no other choice. We can't allow things to end like this.