[well that anxiety, depression and numbness sure doesn't help Akira's panic, but at least he is shaken off before those emotions swirl into a mess of. . . messiness?? he huffs a little as he lets go of Sanji's arm, features twisted in a scowl]
Yeah.
She was holding herself back from saying anything, but we still pushed her anyway.
[told her it was okay for her to speak because they already knew what her team was]
Well first things first. Sanji gestures for Akira to sit at the nearest chair in the kitchen (because they're always in the kitchen) while wiping his hands on a towel]
Panicking won't get us very far, so let's just take a second to work this shit through --
[Folding his arms]
At minimum, she's discussed her team with five people. Don't know if that's too many, but we can ask the counselors on her behalf and get another opinion, right?
[Holding up another finger before Akira can speak]
And let's just say we're given some bad news -- Fine. We'll go to her and help her brace for whatever comes her way, and learn to be even more careful next time.
[...]
Besides, it's more my fault than yours, shithead. I could've gone to her separately and kept you in the dark for a while if I was thinking. Spread out the shitty info. But I didn't -- I wanted you there with me.
[Akira plops into a chair easily, but he doesn't look convinced as Sanji speaks, especially when he gets to that last part]
And you asked me if we should approach her alone or together, and I said together. I wanted to be there, too.
[he wanted to be in the loop, to get as much information from her as he could. what will he do if his thirst for information turns out to be her downfall. . .?]
It's more my fault than yours. I should've just. . . let you go alone.
[. . . Akira lifts his gaze at that, studying Sanji quietly with his one good eye, expression somewhat shaded by the bandages that cover half of his face]
[. . .]
We're allies.
[he says quietly, a tiny huff following that statement]
Lili told me that being allies means we take everything and half it. [. . .] So I guess that applies to us, too.
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But after shaking Akira off with a quickness, he turns and regards the other with some level of exhaustion because...
FIRST OFF YOU TOUCHED HIM, YOU KNOW SANJI HATES SHARING EMOTIONS
But also... Akira...]
So you're worried she's gonna be punished for our shitty actions.
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Yeah.
She was holding herself back from saying anything, but we still pushed her anyway.
[told her it was okay for her to speak because they already knew what her team was]
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Well first things first. Sanji gestures for Akira to sit at the nearest chair in the kitchen (because they're always in the kitchen) while wiping his hands on a towel]
Panicking won't get us very far, so let's just take a second to work this shit through --
[Folding his arms]
At minimum, she's discussed her team with five people. Don't know if that's too many, but we can ask the counselors on her behalf and get another opinion, right?
[Holding up another finger before Akira can speak]
And let's just say we're given some bad news -- Fine. We'll go to her and help her brace for whatever comes her way, and learn to be even more careful next time.
[...]
Besides, it's more my fault than yours, shithead. I could've gone to her separately and kept you in the dark for a while if I was thinking. Spread out the shitty info. But I didn't -- I wanted you there with me.
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And you asked me if we should approach her alone or together, and I said together. I wanted to be there, too.
[he wanted to be in the loop, to get as much information from her as he could. what will he do if his thirst for information turns out to be her downfall. . .?]
It's more my fault than yours. I should've just. . . let you go alone.
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[Suddenly firmer, and with a critical eye cast down on the other]
Stop trying to take more blame for yourself. Feeling like shit won't help the situation. It's done, so now we gotta brainstorm and move forward.
[...]
We're-- [God. The fact he's about to say this, and he gives a little huff] We're comrades, right?
So we'll just split the blame and keep moving.
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[. . .]
We're allies.
[he says quietly, a tiny huff following that statement]
Lili told me that being allies means we take everything and half it. [. . .] So I guess that applies to us, too.