[ he really shouldn't have picked up, and just let it ring out until Ren either gave up or texted him instead. but no one ever said wasn't an impulsive kid. he's bored besides, and it's not as though this conversation could go any differently to their previous ones; if they fight, then they fight, and Ren will retreat and Akechi will lick his wounds until the heartache eases and he can get Ren out of his head, and they'll wait in silence until one of them attempts to cross the distance again for whatever reason.
it's always the same. life here is... always the same. he wonders if this kind of cyclical punishment is a personal hell, if he really is here just to suffer.
so he picks up the call when Ren makes it, because it doesn't matter one way or the other. he does sigh at that greeting, though; playing nice as if the last time they spoke wasn't over the dead body of a woman who is now walking around unharmed. as if the time before that, Ren hadn't managed to make something in Akechi snap that he has yet to be able to repair, and left him to wallow in his pathetic behaviour.
his voice is even now — and perfectly, perfectly flat: ]
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it's always the same. life here is... always the same. he wonders if this kind of cyclical punishment is a personal hell, if he really is here just to suffer.
so he picks up the call when Ren makes it, because it doesn't matter one way or the other. he does sigh at that greeting, though; playing nice as if the last time they spoke wasn't over the dead body of a woman who is now walking around unharmed. as if the time before that, Ren hadn't managed to make something in Akechi snap that he has yet to be able to repair, and left him to wallow in his pathetic behaviour.
his voice is even now — and perfectly, perfectly flat: ]
Really.