crescentview | 🔪 i'm a fish inside a birdcage; open with some closed prompts

🔪 WHO: Akechi and anyone who chooses to tolerate him (I'm sorry).
🔪 WHAT: December Shenanigans
🔪 WHEN: Nebulously December, possibly into January, time is fake.
🔪 WHERE: Wherever, whenever, we're meant to... No, actually.
🔪 WARNINGS: Strong language, emotional constipation, Childe, Twister. Any NSFW will be tagged within the thread but it may happen. Also Kaeya and Akechi are making out, so that's a thing.

🔪 b-b-b-bingo!

[Frequently, Akechi can be found just about anywhere within Crescentview perched neatly on something chair-shaped. He has one leg folded over the other like a prick, one arm folded against his ribs and the elbow of the other resting on his wrist, allowing him to set his chin in his hand. It's a pretentious way to sit, but it's stable, and comfortable despite how it looks. He's poring over his Bingo card for the umpteenth time, and should anyone come within a five-foot radius of him, he snaps his head up.] For our mutual benefit, would you mind cross-referencing cards?

[He's made figurative copies of his card-- on the backs of old casework from his briefcase, he's hand-written out a few lists of squares, content to always ignore the smut squares when interacting with anyone. His penmanship is neat and concise, and there are occasional footnotes alongside them.]

🔪 mountainside farming

[He has no idea how to be a farmer. He has no idea how to be self-sufficient without the internet and a paycheck garnered from murder, he's realizing, but he does have a vague know-how of a variety of things included in farming. Planting seeds, for instance, he has some degree of understanding of. His farm is set away from others, blissfully allowing him solitude, but by no means unreachable or even remotely difficult to find. He's found some old shitty tools and an old shitty sun hat, and his slacks are rolled up to his knees. He's given up on his shirt entirely, given it's white, and his shoes and socks are somewhere out of eyesight, leaving him barefoot and shirtless attempting to tear up the earth for planting things with a rusted old backhoe. There is only so much his shitty little twink arms can handle, someone want to teach him proper technique?]

pt. 2; paddle boats. [Childe]

[At some point he's given up on tearing up his land, and is standing at the bank of a small lake near his farm. More specifically, he's staring at a paddle boat just chilling, rope-tied to a questionable dock. It's pretty gnarly, covered in grime and algae, but if there's one thing Goro is relatively decent at in household tasks, it's cleaning.]

[Tartaglia will find him scooping water in and out of the thing, the legs of his slacks still rolled up to his knees-- not that it really matters anymore, given he's basically swimming fully clothed. His hair is tied back with some kind of twine into a dinky-ass little ponytail, and he pauses with some manner of bucket half-poured into the second bucket seat of the boat to look up at the ginger.] Does your staring serve a purpose, or should I pretend you're less conspicuous? I don't believe we've met.

pt. 3; twister. [Lucia]

[He's yet to figure out how to solve the issue of proper lighting, so he's moved his bizarre find while dusting out to the front yard of his plot of land. Said bizarre find, as it happens, is a classic old game known as Twister, in a banged-up old square cardboard box. It's simple enough, the spin-board in tact and the mat suffering only a few questionable stains, and Goro is seated cross-legged beside the mat reading the instructions for what has to be the fourth time. It's a very straightforward game, but he keeps waiting for something to leap out at him from between the lines to make it more complicated.]

[Movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention and he angles his head toward it, but his eyes remain on the paper until he finishes the sentence he was in the middle of reading. His eyes then meet Lucia's, and after a beat of silence, she can likely see the gears in his little rat brain turning. A slow grin pulls his mouth crooked.] Care to test something with me?

🔪 wildcard

[Akechi spends most of his time at his farm to avoid others, trying to figure out how to make this whole farming thing work without being sociable or accepting, much less asking for, help. His plotting post can be found here, but I'm open for literally anything. I can make additional prompts or you can toss me whatever you like! Please harass my shitlord. :>b]

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[Akechi can only figure a farm-pet chicken positive on the pretense of her providing eggs, but they would need a rooster for that? So he's not entirely sure what the gain is. ~~It's called companionship and learning how to take care of another living thing, Akechi, you should try it sometime.~~ He keeps his expression from pinching, but only just barely, managing a slight smile instead. He doesn't think his company is something to appreciate, but-- that's a separate matter entirely.]

That's smart-- danger likely increases after dark.

[ Jokes on him, chickens lay them with or without a rooster. Not that Makoto knew that before learning it here but, look-- he's been all over rural areas but he's never lived on a farm.

But also yes, companionship. ]

Yeah. No telling what's out there, and it's easier to get lost at night too.

[ Somewhere between farm and treeline, he glances to see if Akechi is joining him. ]

[Magic immaculate conception eggs. Akechi would be terrified of eating them.]

[He is-- ambling briskly along behind him, watching their surroundings more than Makoto himself, so when he looks he turns, raising a hand to wave and then feeling immensely stupid for it.]

[ Wouldn't he be surprised to learn most eggs are Like That.

Makoto almost laughs, but figures Akechi might take it the wrong way. So he returns the wave with one of his own and slows to keep pace beside him instead. His hands find his pockets casually, gaze wandering their surroundings. ]

It's pretty nice out though, isn't it?

[He doesn't want to think about Egg Conception, thanks.]

[His posture stiffens as Makoto slows to keep pace with him, clearly trying to figure out how he's meant to react and finding no clear cues. Sorry, Makoto, he's awkward.]

[The question, as a result, is welcome, and he hums, nodding.] Startlingly so.

[ Makoto gets it, as someone who's experienced more than his own fair share of awkwardness. Pointing it out never helps. But 'startlingly' certainly is a word choice.

After a beat-- ]

I'm guessing you don't go on spring walks like this a lot either, huh? What about flower viewing?

[He's a dumb prick who uses weird words constantly, sorry to say.]

[He snorts a short little laugh of sound in the back of his throat, shaking his head.] What gave you that idea? I do like both cycling and bouldering but suffice to say I didn't have an overwhelming amount of free time for arbitrary walks or flowers. [That's definitely more due to the moonlighting as a psychological assassin, but he's not going to lead a conversation with that.]

[ This time Makoto does laugh a little. But there are more interesting questions to ask. ]

Oh, really? Why is that?

Third year is important in and of itself, nevermind the accidental celebrity I garnered by my working with the police. It resulted in a stark lack of free time, unfortunately.

[Even to him, it sounds scripted.]

Yeah, that sounds pretty busy.

[ Agrees Makoto canon-doesn't-confirm-he-even-graduated-high-school Edamura with a laugh. School and him never got along very well.

He also knows a script when he hears one, but Akechi wouldn't be the first to have one. ]

Did you help solve a big case or something?

[He grimaces slightly at the question, the expression pinching his features even after it's gone.]

Something to that effect. There was a series of... unusual cases I provided some insight for. [He was causing them and then solving them, but that's not important, obviously.]

[ Makoto, unfortunately, takes this as a sign that the cases got to him. And it earns Akechi the softening of his expression. Might explain some of the strangeness too. ]

Hey, it's alright. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's not like you have to worry about any of that while you're here.

[It's an immediate shift in demeanor, then, Akechi's expression flattening out and his tone becoming clipped.]

I don't believe I need to give specifics toward the incompetence of the justice system for them to be understood, regardless. [...sorry, Makoto, he gets ugly when he assumes he's being pitied. He hits his consonants a little harder, the sentence given in a very final way, as if the conversation is being sliced off from the rest of their time visibly.]

Yeah, that's for sure.

[ Ah shit, he really said that flatly, looking away from Akechi. He'd gotten a little too used to being able to mumble Japanese around Laurent that it slips out now. Now really isn't the time to talk about his criminal record.

Immediately after the words leave his mouth, he blinks and lifts his hands defensively in front of him. ]

But you're right, you don't. Sorry, I just thought it'd be something cool, like a genius detective movie.

[He catches it, just barely, and it makes some of the sharpness to his posture and his expression loosen back up. A somewhat snidely-made statement under his breath suggesting an understanding of the inadequacies of the government system-- the Japanese government system, which while not specifically mentioned by name, is clearly understood given they'd established they were both Japanese --is as good a reason as any for Akechi to relax in fractions.]

[He clears his throat, shaking his head.] Sorry to disappoint. There was a strange string of cases that I had some particular insight toward, but it was nothing so enchanting as fiction. [It sort of was, but that's because he was committing crimes and then solving them, but he is absolutely not talking about that.]

Don't worry about it.

[ Makoto says it jokingly at first as he waves it off. Then his tone goes light. ]

Besides, this place is weird enough on its own. People actually have magic and everything.

[ But a rustling sound in the brush has Makoto stopping suddenly to look. What kind of animals are around the mountain anyway? ]

You aren't kidding, [Akechi still finds the magic thing particularly odd, despite having vaguely-sentient brain demons with supernatural abilities.]

[Akechi immediately lightens his footfalls and slows to a stop a few paces behind Makoto, craning his neck to look at the rustling bushes. I can't find a directory of assumed critters so I'm gonna go with something generic like a cottontail? Herbivore..., small.]

[Akechi tsks softly.] I should have brought a cucumber.

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and then i disappeared for almost two weeks