Maruki’s smile twitched at the edges, the same way a thread pulled too tightly might fray. He gnawed at the thought, like a dog with a bone, trying to make sense of this utterly ridiculous predicament.
He was supposed to be home.
Back where he belonged.
He should be back home- back to the realm of hearts! He's finally found the key to achieving true salvation so why does he have to go through this wild chase?
Despite the itch threatening to tear him apart, the urge to just sink down on his knees, claw at his hair as he's scrambling to realize that his research is now put on an infinite hiatus because he's in some dystopian hell-
But instead, he just… scratched his chin awkwardly.
“Haha… well, violence really isn’t my way of handling any confrontation, Akechi-san.” His voice was light, but there was an unmistakable strain underneath. A bit too breezy, a bit too tight at the edges.
The convoy—ugh. He’d know it when he saw it, probably.
But for now, he was forever doomed to be a man in the dark.
Maruki let out a little chuckle, running a hand through his hair as he turned back toward Akechi. “I’m afraid I’m not quite as, ah, gifted in investigative work as you are. Trained police detective and all that. All I really know is at best how to swing a bat,” he continued and clapped his hands together, requesting very politely. “But I would be ever so grateful if you could teach me some tricks of the trade.”
Maruki’s gaze drifted across the lot of abandoned vehicles. "Its a bit strange though if I do find my old car here. I sold it like three years ago to afford rent without running on cup-noodles every day."
...It was black, wasn’t it?
Or was it silver?
Oh, good grief, he was going to have to check every single one, wasn’t he?
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Maruki’s smile twitched at the edges, the same way a thread pulled too tightly might fray. He gnawed at the thought, like a dog with a bone, trying to make sense of this utterly ridiculous predicament.
He was supposed to be home.
Back where he belonged.
He should be back home- back to the realm of hearts! He's finally found the key to achieving true salvation so why does he have to go through this wild chase?
Despite the itch threatening to tear him apart, the urge to just sink down on his knees, claw at his hair as he's scrambling to realize that his research is now put on an infinite hiatus because he's in some dystopian hell-
But instead, he just… scratched his chin awkwardly.
“Haha… well, violence really isn’t my way of handling any confrontation, Akechi-san.” His voice was light, but there was an unmistakable strain underneath. A bit too breezy, a bit too tight at the edges.
The convoy—ugh. He’d know it when he saw it, probably.
But for now, he was forever doomed to be a man in the dark.
Maruki let out a little chuckle, running a hand through his hair as he turned back toward Akechi. “I’m afraid I’m not quite as, ah, gifted in investigative work as you are. Trained police detective and all that. All I really know is at best how to swing a bat,” he continued and clapped his hands together, requesting very politely. “But I would be ever so grateful if you could teach me some tricks of the trade.”
Maruki’s gaze drifted across the lot of abandoned vehicles. "Its a bit strange though if I do find my old car here. I sold it like three years ago to afford rent without running on cup-noodles every day."
...It was black, wasn’t it?
Or was it silver?
Oh, good grief, he was going to have to check every single one, wasn’t he?