theyregooddogs | (no subject)

I suppose we are doing exactly what they want.

[Akechi frowns at the ball pit. He cares far too much about his own self-perception of dignity to admit that he wants to check it out]

While also trying to do what we can. —What's your bet on any limbs or organs in the ball pit?

[cause he's going in]

My guess is sharp objects, maybe more weapons...

[but he'll follow right in]

Not much of a bet if we agree.

[moving slowly, checking the floor with his feet to see if anything is off, also looking up the slides and such . . . ]

[Nope! Nothing but wholesome family fun in this ball pit.]

...It's surprisingly deep.

Like it was built for teenagers and adults?

...Yes. Right.

[rather than getting out properly, he starts climbing up a slide. he's not half bad at it.]

[well bless you, akechi]

Finding anything?

[he scrambles right on up. the kid's more athletic than he looks]

Nothing but skeletons up here.

Akechi.

[not funny!!]

Kidding, kidding! There's nothing interesting.

As expected. Let's head back and see if we can catch anything.

Oka~y.

[better come right back down that slide, then]

You're enjoying yourself . . .

I assure you, I'm taking it seriously! I'm simply in better spirits today.

Didn't think you weren't being serious.

I could approach it with a bit more... decorum. If you prefer.

No . . . No, no, you are fine just as you are.

[wary and pleased by his happiness really but it's all blank slate really]

[pulling himself out of the pit]

I've been getting along better with others lately. I should probably thank you for at least some of that.

That's a very strange sentiment to hear about myself. But you're welcome, I think?

You were the one who made me think about trying to make some more friends.

[thoughtful pause]

Or... maybe you tricked me into it? Shifted my cognition, if you will. But I don't really mind.

I gave you a tool, explained how it works, and gave you homework. No manipulation involved. But glad it seemed useful to you.

In a perverse way, I think the dire situation is helpful to me as well. It's been easier to move forward knowing I don't have much to lose.

So, Will-san—may I call you that? Do you have any more homework for me?

Intense bonds are generated during intense times. It's also why you get Stockholm syndrome.

Will's fine. But I'm not sure about other homework. Figuring out the code to people is a useful practice, not something that should be given out easily.

I'm still ready to shove some raccoons down a garbage disposal, so I'm okay on the Stockholm for now.

You know, before I came here, I was certain that I already understood all there was to know about people. But I realize now, all I'd really figured out was good marketing. Maybe I should quit my job as a detective and become an ad executive. What do you think?