( active ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

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[enteloki]

[The dull tedium of office life is a drag in a way Akechi wasn't prepared for. Being with Sae provided some entertainment in between meetings and mandatory reports - even the occasional lunch. Being here is annoying, despite the lurking objective. There's no outward display of wrongdoing, as expected. No cackling madmen behind closed doors talking to mini assassins - or none an 'intern' like him can reach.

He flips the ID card in his hand again, back and forth like that will elicit a clue to free him from this particular hell or fix the messy hair the photographer didn't bother telling him about before snapping a shot.

It's been a week. A week of him playing the perfect boy, mimicking offers and expressions Shido's own assistant used to stay alive in that madman's world. He brought coffee, picked up lunches, scanned reports, took notes, and whatever mundane task was brought to his attention. All with a smile. All with a gracious attitude befitting of a princely student who's just trying to get accolades for his college applications.

He can see his expression slip in the flickering monitor in front of him and hurries to straighten his posture, smooth out his smile - he just needs to find out something. The police are effectively useless and this was their best ditch effort to get a small connection to an investigation he is only slightly privy to. One he could give two fucking shits about. His goal is Shido, who also seems to want someone dead in this building. Two birds, one stone. Find out the palace keywords, the person who owns it and kill them. Get the connection, give it to the police, and receive media accolades to solidify his image. All-

To rip Shido's smile off his face, dig nails into his cheeks until those bulging eyes are looking at him and only him and all he can see is him and he realizes it was him that was ripping, ripping, ripping everything until blood flowed from his lips instead of words and-

Oh.

It's lunchtime.

He locks the screen and slowly stands from his tiny little space in the middle of this open floor plan, eyeing someone walking by-]

Oh, my apologies. Could you help me find my way to lunch room? This building is quite large and I haven't gotten used to it yet. I certainly wouldn't want to waste time wandering around.

@tailcare

[killed]

[ cont.

That's a look that he knows well. It's something she might regret in the morning, but for now he can enjoy that cute look on her face without feeling bad at all. The door is locked behind him, and the bag he brought in with him set on the table. That done, he'll walk over to Tingyun so he can lean over and kiss her forehead, his greeting murmured, ]

Hi.