001- Aug. 5th

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[The journal picks up a bit of a rasping noise and what sounds like an irritated, half-asleep groan. There's a brief pause afterwards followed the rustling of movement and noise of someone clearing their throat with a bit of a hack.]

Damn it... [The words spoken are low and growled, with the faintest tinge of bleary, half-awake irritation. Another

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[ akihiko was in the middle of a conversation with one friend when he suddenly hears a voice he hasn't heard in so long but one he could never forget. ]

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[ and he drops his own journal, staring at it in shock. ]

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[ but when shinji speaks again, his stomach does a whole 180. oh god. this isn't-- ]

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[ except he has thought about this. minato being in paradisa... pharos existing... now elizabeth out of the velvet room?

he knew, it was possible. ]

DONE /is a drama llama

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[ his voice is quiet ]

...Shinji?

/feeds on the drama~ [also 1/2]

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[He's going to stop his going through the room as soon as he hears that voice. Though there's no indication on the journal, he freezes for a moment, mind locking up-- He's no longer focusing on where the hell he is or why he's alive, but rather why is Aki here-- and does that mean he's dead.

also where the fuck did his voice come from. When he speaks, it's almost half-unsure, lacking that usual controlled confidence.]

Aki?

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[But after a second that voice turns into an annoyed growl. After all, if Shinji's dead, then...]

What the fuck are you doing here?!

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[ he realizes there's a million things to explain about paradisa yet he had the slightest suspicion that trying to do so warranted a punch to the face even if he was being dead serious about being trapped in a magical castle. ]

Yeah... it's me.

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[ but then shinji's demand throws him off slightly. shinji's never been to paradisa, has he? akihiko checked the journals thoroughly for anyone else from their world who had arrived in the past and it wasn't possible to remember this place upon returning or leaving.

leaving the option... ]

This isn't-- I can explain.

Where are you?

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Some fucking room, how the hell should I know?

[Following the irritated remark, he lets out a noise akin to clearing his throat, something half between a cough and an annoyed scoff.] If you got yourself killed, Aki, I swear to God...

[Though Shinjiro trails off. What would he do? other than punch him. That was a given.]

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[ he immediately gets to his feet and drags the journal off the floor. he's going to pace down the halls of the castle until he finds shiji. he opens his door and shuts it-- rather loudly. ]

We're not dead. [ 'we', he can say that, can't he? because shinji isn't. not now. ]

There's a number on the door outside. Tell me the number.

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[At Akihiko's first comment there's a brief, callous laugh, obviously not earnest or felt at all.] ...Sure. Yeah.

[...Shinjiro hasn't been assigned a room yet, so we'll just pretend that he gives the number here.]

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[ heading to the room as fast as he can. the whole time he can't stop mentally punching himself for being so... so emotional about this. it wasn't that he was "over" shinji's death -- no. if anything, it made him stronger and who he was as a person today.

now it felt like paradisa was cheapening all this. ]

Just wait up.

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The hell else do you expect me to do?

[Maybe Shinjiro was being a little irritable, but he didn't feel like it was unwarranted. He had died-- he remembered it. He had been shot twice, be could remember passing out onto the ground and... it had felt different than just blacking out to wake up later. The way everyone was reacting-- no, they damn well knew what had happened. And now he was waking up in some lavish room like nothing had happened, with voices coming from a damn book and telling him to sit tight and they'd explain later. Just to wait until Akihiko arrived, or someone gave him some answers or anything, really.

His fingers run through his hair in frustration-- no, he felt perfectly fucking justified in being short with people.]

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[ he has a retort but decides not to go with it. the last thing he wants is to fuel shinji's irritation. he deserved an explanation, after all.

...to know he had died and paradisa was cruel enough to bring back those sort of people and make them remember this fact every waking moment. maybe it wasn't about akihiko himself but shinji. was he okay? was he going to be okay?

he stands outside the door to the room, gazing at the new nameplate with his best friend's name written on it.

but he doesn't hesitate and knocks a couple of times.

oh yeah, aki totally got his left arm busted thanks to being flung like a frisbee!!!1 ]

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[He lifts his head as soon as he hears the knock on the door, instantly getting up- He wants answers, admittedly-- why the hell wouldn't he? But at the same time he wants to see Akihiko, know that this wasn't just some mindfuck, that his best friend was here and actually knew something. He opens the maybe a bit too quickly, glancing over Akihiko and relaxing for a moment.

That moment soon passed, though, as he stepped back to allow Akihiko inside, brows furrowing as he glanced at his friend's arm.] What happened to you?

[So much for saying hello. At least Shinji never claimed to be any good at social interactions.]