THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING! ROUND THREE.

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...we should just rename this to That Akame Fic Thing >> As usual:

PROMPT. WRITE. STALK. BRING YOUR FRIENDS.

Things you can do include: prompting without writing; writing without prompting; prompting/writing any rating from g to nc-17; picture prompts!; prompting/writing drama incarnations of akame in any combination that tickles your fancy (i.e

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part 10 T_T

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The other time, with LA, Kame was the first person Jin told. This time he was the last, which wasn't very fair, but then what was fair anymore?

"Okay," he said that night in the car after driving home from a photoshoot.

"Is that... Okay-okay, or...?" Jin tore his gaze away from the lights of the dashboard that he'd been fixating on while sharing the news.

Kame glanced towards him and his eyes were still bruised with makeup, skin powdered and pale in the dark. "Why, do you want permission or something?"

"No, I just..." He folded his arms over the wheel and pushed a hand through his hair, tugging with agitation. "You're angry, right? Everyone's angry with me."

"You were expecting happiness?"

"You know what, fuck you, I-"

"Jin, if that's what you want, then what can I, or anybody else, do?" Kame could override him so easily. "So, no, I'm not exactly going to jump for joy, but I can see-" He drew in a breath and turned his face away. "It'll be fine, okay?"

"Okay," Jin repeated, feeling not okay at all, but the news was out. Duty done.

Kame paused with his hand curled around the door handle, and his sloe-eyed gaze sought out Jin again. His tongue wet his lips before saying, "It's fine for you to do what's best for yourself. I mean, that's always worked for you. If you want out, get out."

"That's the plan," Jin muttered, irked for reasons he could not pinpoint. A moment of terse silence stretched between them, and then the car door opened and closed, leaving a pocket of cold air where Kame had been.