Pizza Party

[ruffboi]

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[survivaltricks]

No, that's not it.

[shaking his head a bit]

She gave me the item. I'm the one who decided to use it to find Shinobu. [. . .] Though I know she wants to find out who killed Zenitsu and Minako.

. . . but I want those answers, too.

[so he doesn't blame her]

[ruffboi]

Yeah. I can see why those answers would be important to you guys to find.

[He doesn't blame them, either.]

I guess we talked about this on Saturday, though, didn't we?

[survivaltricks]

. . . we did.

[breathes out a little, his smile twitching into something lopsided and tired]

I suppose I've always only wanted them for my own purposes, though. Not for justice, or to execute the killer, or-- anything like that.

I guess I just wanted to know why.

[chaoticlootral]

So. This is totally random, I mean, just small chat I’m making at a pizza party, because we’re just shootin’ the shit, but remember that memory Magnus shared with both you and me the other week?

[survivaltricks]

. . .

Yyyyyyyes. I do.

[chaoticlootral]

And do you remember in that memory, there were certain things that you weren’t able to talk about directly? Because it would have violated a rule?

[i will hold akiras sweet, sweet little hand through this]

[survivaltricks]

[thank god someone does]

. . . I do.

[he nods. go onnnnn]

[chaoticlootral]

Hey, for no reason whatsoever, haha! No reason at all - what was your role in that memory?!

[Taako is. Gritting his teeth so much.]

[survivaltricks]

. . .

[LIFTS A HAND]

[PRESSES IT AGAINST HIS FACE]

[HE CAN'T. BELIEVE THIS]

Was there. . . more to the Guidance Counselor than what Sanji told me?

[chaoticlootral]

Oh my god, I’m going to lose both my arms.

[survivaltricks]

-- no, don't!

Don't lose your arms??

[LET HIM FIGURE IT OUT!!]

[chaoticlootral]

I really sold you on that big pack of bullshit at trial, didn’t I, muffin?

[I LOVE YOU]

No, I don’t think Sanji was lying to you - he doesn’t have the gumption or fortitude. We’ve got a slightly different function, as we explained.

[ruffboi]

Right. You guys have these well defined roles, and we have darts, figuring out people's roles, notes, et cetera, yada yada yada!

[fishingforcompliments]

Yes - as I said the first time we spoke of this, our tasks vary from week to week. We do as we are asked to.

[givethemhell]

Mmhm! You know, notes, darts, so on, so forth... So on, so forth.

[survivaltricks]

[Y'ALL I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH]

Okay, okay! I get it!

[WHEEZES]

For the record, that was my first hypothesis. . .!

[givethemhell]

[WE LOVE YOU TOO.

He reaches out and pats Akira's shoulder...]

[chaoticlootral]

Yada yada yada!

[survivaltricks]

[YELLING LOUDLY, clearly exasperated]

YOU GUYS ARE THE METAPHORICAL MURDER COUNSELORS.

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[ruffboi]

[Gasping.]

What? Holy shit, Akira. Rude.

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[fishingforcompliments]

...

[she looks like she wants to say something but just. cannot. eventually:]

...you know my role, Akira. Was "counselor" in the title?

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[disreguarded]

Wow, what the fuck. Why would you ever think that.

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[givethemhell]

[HE PUTS HIS OTHER HAND ON AKIRA'S OTHER SHOULDER.]

Quite a title you've come up with there. Metaphorical murder counselors, ah...

[chaoticlootral]

And you’ll get them eventually, Akira, but, uh— think about that really weird conversation we had? Where I was all like, um, think about the things you need to win a game, and it involves working together!

[survivaltricks]

Hn?

Ah-- yeah, I got that. That's why we're all here, right?