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entrancelogs2017-08-01 02:28 pm
persevere) wrote in entrancelogs2017-08-01 02:28 pm
persevere) wrote in entrancelogs2017-08-01 02:28 pm
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She beat you to the punch in trackin' us down to talk to us--seems like she really cares about you. The best friends crack you over the head when you need it.
[If he's telling the truth, he'd been trying to nudge her in the direction of a more personal apology with the joke. Her unnatural strength paired with her indifference (and compulsion) had made for a uniquely unpleasant encounter in and of itself, but the thing that still stings is that she'd played into his friendliness to do it. Older people are talented at manipulating the younger; he hadn't been expecting it from someone who looks his own age.
But, as she'd already said, she hadn't been in her right mind. He can't say he's any more thrilled at being butt of somebody else's joke and seeing Akira be strangled now than he had then, it wouldn't be right to hold that against her for pettiness' sake.
He sighs, deflating. You had him at the fruit basket, Caroline.]
Depends if you really mean it, about being friends. [He's willing to let go of a grudge rather than hold onto it, in other words.] You can come in, if you want. Yo, Akira!
[Speaking of said friend, Ryuji turns his head to call into the depths of the apartment.]
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I said unplug the toilet yourself.
[ Seriously, he's supposed to be living on his own after their senior year.
Maybe he needs supervision, and if nothing else putting effort in now will save him interruptions later. Akira rolls himself out of bed, stowing his earbuds into his jeans pocket with the same practice he had when doing the same on the way into any one of his part-time jobs.
Puzzlingly, the bathroom door has no sliver of light underneath. Even more puzzlingly, Ryuji has the front door open and arms full, standing in front of -
...!
What now? It wasn't enough to come at them at a gathering and have a little sample of their blood? Instantly Akira's eyes narrow behind his glasses frames, a defensive stiffness threading in to the set of his shoulders.
He's observant enough to know that they're not being attacked, not this time; Ryuji's too relaxed and the vampire hasn't so much as flashed a fang, though that's no guarantee of future developments. ]
Ah, figured out that some more electroshock therapy would fix your more stubborn personality flaws, have you? Happy to oblige.
[ This is a teenage boy taking up an aggressive stance beside his best friend, staring down an immortal vampire who's already proven she can kick his ass. Because Akira is a good friend ok. ]
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[Beat over the head by her best friend and boyfriend...or whatever he was now. It was complicated. So were the forms of beating, but that was neither here nor there.
It had worked and no one died. That's what mattered.]
I know you don't have any really good reason to give me a chance. You were, like, super nice to me and I took advantage of that, and I know what that feels like. It sucks.
[Then there are the magic words, an invitation, and she breathes out a sigh, managing a smile, peering further into the apartment as she takes a single step over the threshold, just in time to come face to face with the guy who brought a literal storm on top of their heads.
She tenses slightly, if only because it hurt. She can heal, but everything still feels the same. She holds up her hands, palms out, in a symbol of surrender.]
No need to burn the floors on my account. The worst of those flaws are thoroughly stamped out, I promise.
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He can't help it; a weak laugh climbs his throat, escaping on the back of a dry, exhaled breath.]
"It sucks." Shit, was that a vampire joke?
[Oh my god, he just got punned by an honest to god vampire that honest to god sucked his blood, what is life coming to? Akira picks that moment to answer his call and Ryuji shoots a brief glare his way--who are you talking about, man?--a look that fades with the comprehension lighting up the other boy's eyes and simultaneously hardening his features.
Moments when Ryuji's an observer to a confrontation rather than in one are rarer than a red diamond, but as Akira steps over to face down Caroline, Ryuji shifts the apology fruit and his weight along with it. Slight, nothing obvious about it, but a visible gearing down into a more relaxed stance. An it's okay sent Akira's way in the lack of combativeness. He probably speaks for all of them when he thinks they've had their fill of fighting.]
She came to talk to us. I think we should hear her out.
[They're in the business of second chances, aren't they?]