BLUESCLUES PENDANT COMMUNICATIONS

[cluedin]

Well. You did it! Your pendants are yours to keep and you're able to reach out to anyone with a matching necklace. Maybe it's time to say hi? Or, you know...sometimes misfires happen.

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[disreguarded]

[ there is a pause. beau is Struggling not to continue to be an asshole, please hold. ]

Make any friends? Did you learn your lesson or whatever the fuck? [ hm. she tried? ]

[miscakes]

[DID SHE REALLY... He scoffs.]

It was never about "learning my lesson." I turned myself in voluntarily.

[disreguarded]

[ poor akechi ]

Okay, so then what was even the point? Just to get the cops off your ass? Did they even know you did something shitty to start with?

[miscakes]

Of course not. I simply hate being in someone else's debt.

[Not that it'll make sense to Beau, anyway.]

Regardless, the police were unable to prove my involvement in the end. It didn't even seem like I was formally considered a culprit until I turned myself in.

[... He could definitely say that without sounding a little big smug about it, considering the subject matter. Thanks, Akechi.]

[disreguarded]

[ she's collecting all these pieces slowly of what he did and none of them make sense, but she's working on it, here. ]

The cops didn't suspect your involvement in what, the mystery of who stole a bundle of sweater vests from the tailor?

[miscakes]

Oh, so I strike you as a common thief? I'm a little offended.

[disreguarded]

You're way too scrawny for anything more than stealing. Yeah.

[miscakes]

[She can't see him rolling his eyes, but. She might be able to tell anyway given his wry tone.]

My, guilty as charged. Professional thief should have been on my placard as well.

[disreguarded]

[ she's actually kind of enjoying herself, which is a weird feeling when it comes to akechi. ]

I hope you professionally stole yourself a better fashion sense.

[miscakes]

If you have the time to criticize my wardrobe, Beauregard-san, I suggest you closely examine your own. I'm considered to have a respectable appearance in my society. Are you?

[disreguarded]

Yeah? Of course I am. Which you'd know if you ever bothered to ask me any shit about myself ever.

Not that you would, Mister I Almost Got Away With Murder.

[miscakes]

[A beat.

And then, like she didn't accidentally clock what he actually did—]

We had more important matters to discuss than exchanging stories about our pasts. Or have you forgotten already?

[disreguarded]

[ ahhhh that beat speaks a thousand words, though. she snorts. ]

No. I haven't forgotten anything that happened. [ that's - more solemn than she means for it to be. ] There was always important shit to do and yet somehow, other people --

[ a longer pause. ] No, you know what, I'm not doing that with you.

[miscakes]

That? [Hm.] It sounded like you were about to go on quite the tirade. Please, don't stop on my account.

[disreguarded]

Nope. You don't get any of my tirades. You didn't earn them.

So who did you kill?

[miscakes]

Didn't you say I was too scrawny for anything more than stealing?

[In a near imitation of her tone—]

No, you didn't earn the right to learn what I did.

[disreguarded]

I was trying to provoke you into telling me, but you're not enough of a dumbass to fall for that.

[ she!! is trying SO HARD NOT TO GET ANGRY. her voice is very deliberately cool. ] And I mean, I could ask Akira. I don't have to get my information from the source.

[miscakes]

[Haha, good luck, Beau... His tone is very placid.]

Akira knows my affairs are none of your concern, either. But you're welcome to try if you're so desperate for information.

[disreguarded]

Akira's not the only way I could figure it out. [ she shrugs, and it comes out in her tone. ]

Though I'm surprised you're not dying to gloat about what you did. Isn't that what stupid melodramatic villains pretending to be heroes love doing?

[miscakes]

No one will share that information with you. Give up while you're ahead.

[Cooly. And then, he clicks his tongue.]

Oh, is how you see me?

[disreguarded]

[ she's quiet for a moment. ]

I think you'd like that to be true. [ a short, frustrated sigh. ] But there wouldn't be so many good people trying to stand up for you if you were.

[miscakes]

[Ah.

What the fuck.]

That's rather presumptuous of you, don't you think? [Hm. Maybe she struck a nerve.] You're going to run into trouble if you make such assessments of people you barely know.

[disreguarded]

[ hah! ]

Oh, please. I don't have to know what your favorite color is to know that you cover up all that shit that hurts you on the inside with pretentiousness and a shitty attitude.

[miscakes]

[hewwo? police? i would like to report a murder.]

Are you projecting, Beauregard-san? If so, leave me out of it.

[disreguarded]

I fuckin' dare you to find someone who would describe me as pretentious, dude.

[ she gives an unconcerned sniff. ] Anyway. It's not projecting. But I can relate.