battling | Suitedreams: Aikawa

Are you really givin' up already?

Shut up, you don't know anything...

Then tell me about it.

[ He drums his fingers on the table between them quietly for a moment -- he does consider it, briefly. It's only a consideration, but he doesn't even do that much often.

Ultimately though? He just shakes his head. ]

[He sighs, but whatever. What he wants to share is up to him.

And now a memory.]

[ I hate being here literally all Aikawa does is kin every single horrific aspect of everything, throws my hat to the ground. The smell of rancid meat, the sound of thudding, a phone call ringing RRRRR -- and the horrific, ominous promise of 'you're next' has him more on edge than a field trip he never was on should. He kind of jerks up and knocks his seat over, hands slamming the table in a kneejerk motion -- but then the field trip goes in a different direction, and as soon as acid starts getting thrown around, he weirdly relaxes. I GUESS.

He sighs, de-tenses a little, fixes the chair. ]

What in the name of actual fuck, Bradley.

[the acid is fine? The ACID?

He crinkles up his nose in disgust.]

I didn't choose to go there.

[ The acid is where it finally starts deviating. Listen Aikawa literally got stabbed in the spine and briefly became paraplegic in his last CYOA and he STILL thinks it's better than what happened to him in Paris. ]

The fuck was all that shit?