[ staring at her intently. and kind of glaring. the next words are out before she can even think to stop them. ]
if you weren't so hot, i would have stopped talking to you ages ago. you're such a dick.
(Akutagawa's lips twitch * again. At the scent of blood, her eyes glint.)
. . Pride and dignity? Do not make me laugh. This entire charade of yours is cowardly.
You are concealing the truth, because you are 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 .
. . .
(Akutagawa's expression is harsh, brow twitching as she tries to hurry away, picking up * the pace.)
I do not have to prove anything to you. I know my own strength. You are no threat, therefore. . whether you believe me or not, is of no concern to me.
@figsareyummy " ... like, in general, or in front of me? because i can— i can leave. "
she is actually, for once in her life, completely non-judgemental about something related to akutagawa.
" but if it's just in general, then there's not... much to be done, i guess. *
" nuh uh. "
cough. ahem ahem.
" i kind of do need you in there, though, just so i know what you * don't want to wear. "
lucy's judgment might be a bit skewed. or... a lot bit.
" you know, in case you don't want a dress or something. "
"I think you do."
Akutagawa stills at the threshold, her own cheeks growing warm from the mortification at how little choice there seems to be.
". . I leave the matter up to you. I would not dare look through your stuff. It is not proper."
oh my god. work with me here. i'm * embarrassing myself.
[ rubbing at her face. ]
do you even remember what the original one said. it's very self explanatory.
[ she yelps as she falls, skinning her knee. ]
... normally yes, but this time it's about my pride and dignity. i'm doing what i have to.
[ mumble grumble. ]
(. . At that, Akutagawa unceremoniously * drops them onto the ground with a loud huff –– clearly irritated.)
. . .
Tell me, do you enjoy playing these games with me? Does it bring you joy to torment me so?
like what?
[ speeding up a bit to walk beside her, staring at her face. she almost trips immediately. ]
what could be more important than proving you're actually * exactly how strong you say you are??
. . .
No. I won't.
(Continuing to walk, regardless of the fact that she's being followed.)
I have better things to do than entertain you and your ridiculous notions.