[The second Akechi had started hacking up petals, he'd all but locked himself in his Kichijoji apartment. Knowing a little about common tropes was a self-imposed necessity from his time in the celebrity limelight, and while he can't be certain this is the exact "hanahaki" girls his age seemed to love the idea of, he doesn't want anything to do with it. For one thing, it's absolutely absurd. He's already acknowledged his feelings for Ren, privately to the other boy if not publicly, so what the fuck does the Void think it's doing now?
There are very few people he would allow himself to leave the apartment for. Damien is, unfortunately, one of them. If Akechi would lend the older man a gun in the Metaverse, it perhaps isn't surprising that he'd drag himself out of his apartment and make his way to Hammerlocke. Even in his winter coat, he's shivering, gloved hands tucked under opposite arms as he swallows another cough and tastes blood.]
Damien-san?
[Slogging through the snow in loafers is a miserable task, but he manages it, reaching the other man's side and crouching down to his level, brow furrowed with concern he can't quite muster the composure to hide.]
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There are very few people he would allow himself to leave the apartment for. Damien is, unfortunately, one of them. If Akechi would lend the older man a gun in the Metaverse, it perhaps isn't surprising that he'd drag himself out of his apartment and make his way to Hammerlocke. Even in his winter coat, he's shivering, gloved hands tucked under opposite arms as he swallows another cough and tastes blood.]
Damien-san?
[Slogging through the snow in loafers is a miserable task, but he manages it, reaching the other man's side and crouching down to his level, brow furrowed with concern he can't quite muster the composure to hide.]
I heard your message. What are you doing up here?