[the past weekend was. . . well. pretty shitty!! even if they did manage to find an actual killer this time, the emotional fallout of voting for Nie Huaisang took a toll on everyone. Beau especially. and if there's anyone else in the camp who is as close to Beau as Nie Huaisang was, it's. . .]
[. . . Akira finds him in the memorial hall, wrinkling his nose a bit as he steps inside, gaze flickering towards the flowers]
[ah. . . well. that's not very fun. Phoenix will get some exhaustion and worry in return, though there's an undercurrent of determination that never quite goes out beneath it all]
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week four, monday
[. . . Akira finds him in the memorial hall, wrinkling his nose a bit as he steps inside, gaze flickering towards the flowers]
Phoenix?
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[ phoenix is working at his grape juice bottle, and doesn't appear to have noticed akira until he speaks up. ]
[ then he glances up. ]
Evening.
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. . . here to pay your respects?
[his mouth twitches a bit, smile wry. the memorial hall is not the happiest of places]
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[ takes another... swig.... ]
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Are you okay. . .?
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[ bc everything is on fire, his cabinmates are dead, and they've only caught one killer..... ]
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[his expression is blank but Phoenix might get the feeling that Akira is giving him a KNOWING LOOK]
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[steps forward to bump their shoulders together as much as he can. how tall is Nick I forgot]
Have you talked to Beau recently?
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[ phoenix palms at his forehead. ]
.... Yeah.
Things are... messy, as I'm sure you're aware.
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[boy is he aware. he heard about the blow out fight she and Chuuya had in the mess hall]
I don't know how to fix it, though.
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[ for once, he doesn't have an answer. he just takes another long drink, closing his eyes. ]
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[Akira isn't sure he's ever seen Phoenix like this before]
Want to talk about it?
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[ kick him ]
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[he doesn't kick him but he does bump their shoulders together again]
I'm asking about your feelings.
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What's there to tell?
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. . . you're exhausted, too. Aren't you?