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[justicesfool]

 [The thing about being somewhere new is that usually, you were supposed to be able to use it as a fresh start. This... is not that. This is a place full of faces he knows - his own face, and Akechi's - and especially with the way the Mona who'd seemed like he was from his other life had reacted to him... it's giving him flashbacks of his record being leaked in Shujin. He keeps almost saying the wrong thing to people, too, used to everyone already knowing.

It's a while after all of that, and he hasn't risked going anywhere near Leblanc. He's scouted around a few places, though, and now he's wound up here at the arcade, playing a vicious game of Gun About. What can he say? It's good for getting rid of all that stress, without risking anyone walking in on him slaughtering shadows in a non-Joker-like way.

That said, even this isn't quite... right. He's too focused, for one thing. A bit too accurate. Nowhere near showy enough, either.

Poke him anyway?]

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[justicesfool]

I've seen him around.

[If you aren't, neither is he. But - he's allowed to sigh.]

If he's anything like I imagine he would be, he's... spiky. Be careful, [but that could mean any kind of care] but don't give up.

[That gets a slight laugh. It's a funny idea, okay?]

Same goes for the kid, to be honest.

[fogbornphantom]

Ha. I was spiky for many years. I just grew out of it.

[A wry sorta smile lines his face. His memories of his other self are... interesting, but there are certain things he swore to secrecy. Things that go unsaid.]

I don't think he'll hurt my younger self, at least. All things considered, they have a fairly positive rapport.

[justicesfool]

Shame. I kind of like the spikes.

[Slight teasing, but also honest. The idea of an Akechi without Issues is... weird to him. And he does appreciate that outfit.]

Good. Our younger selves- [there's a flicker of something painful] always deserve a bit more kindness, I'd say.

[fogbornphantom]

Oh, they still show themselves on occasion. But I'm far better at concealing them.

[He winks, picking up on the teasing vibes quite easily.]

...But are you all right?

[He caught that flicker. It's a tad worrying.]

[justicesfool]

[An unguarded blink.] I'm fine. [Now.] It's nothing to worry about, really.

[You aren't his Akechi. No matter how nice or how similar you are.

The loud noises and flashing lights of the arcade are suddenly getting to him too, on top of the discomfort of worry he's no longer sure how to handle, let alone if he ever could.]

[fogbornphantom]

...You look tired.

[He glances toward the door.]

Perhaps some rest would serve you well. I'm sure I've talked your ear off quite a bit as it is.

[justicesfool]

[Part of him wants to protest that no Akechi could ever talk his ear off enough for him to be tired of him; but that's just a reminder that there's more than one of him here.

Instead, he starts moving past him, pauses with clear hesitation, nods awkwardly in thanks, and then leaves.]