[ Since Akira doesn't budge an inch, when Haruaki eases back into his normal posture, they're awfully close. Akira looks ready to scramble across the table and right into his skin. And it's still terrifying, yes, of course, but...
Less so than it was before all that happened one hundred years ago. He knows all too well now that Akira isn't a heartless sadist, and it makes it easier to relax around him. Maybe that'll be his undoing one day, but really... what isn't, at this point?
At any rate, Haruaki trusts him. Wouldn't be telling him this story if he didn't. So he props his elbows up too in a mirror of Akira, rests his chin on his hands as he happily recounts: ]
Well, like I said, it split off into five parts. It didn't kill me, but I was... kind of empty, I guess? My memories of that part are fuzzy! That's because one of the parts of my soul was for my memories, apparently. Without it, the other parts didn't know who the students were, for example. Then there was the athletic part of me, and the pathetic cowardly part, and the part that only thinks about my worldly desires, and–
[ .......... ]
Ah, um, let me count how many that was. Five, right?
[ Akira's settled in so well behaved, so ready to hear all the gory bits and bobs of whatever the hell apparently happened to Haruaki and company in Kyoto.
...Well. Maybe not as gory as he'd like, Haruaki is both squeamish and understandably hazy after an ordeal like having the soul ripped out of you. He'll have to be satisfied with the broad strokes for right now, even if some of them don't..
[ Might as well dive in headfirst and see what happens. ]
I guess I'm so good at coming up with strategies like that because there's a part of my soul that... only does that? I guess? It didn't care about anything besides its underhanded schemes to get what it wanted, and it was pretty dangerous...
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Hmmmmmmmm.
It won't be enough in the end, but for right now... ]
A firsthand account is important...
[ Instead of leaning back himself, he just. Props himself up on his elbows and gets comfortable right where he is. ]
Okay! Please, tell me absolutely everything, don't leave out a single detail!
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Less so than it was before all that happened one hundred years ago. He knows all too well now that Akira isn't a heartless sadist, and it makes it easier to relax around him. Maybe that'll be his undoing one day, but really... what isn't, at this point?
At any rate, Haruaki trusts him. Wouldn't be telling him this story if he didn't. So he props his elbows up too in a mirror of Akira, rests his chin on his hands as he happily recounts: ]
Well, like I said, it split off into five parts. It didn't kill me, but I was... kind of empty, I guess? My memories of that part are fuzzy! That's because one of the parts of my soul was for my memories, apparently. Without it, the other parts didn't know who the students were, for example. Then there was the athletic part of me, and the pathetic cowardly part, and the part that only thinks about my worldly desires, and–
[ .......... ]
Ah, um, let me count how many that was. Five, right?
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...Well. Maybe not as gory as he'd like, Haruaki is both squeamish and understandably hazy after an ordeal like having the soul ripped out of you. He'll have to be satisfied with the broad strokes for right now, even if some of them don't..
Add up? Huh? ]
That was only four. What was the fifth part?
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Y-you have to promise not to get weird about it, Akira-kun! It's the kind of thing you'd be way too into!
[ WHICH MAKES IT SOUND WORSE THAN IT IS? Still, though– ]
Promise me!!!
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Ah! I see. So it's like that.
[ In a sudden burst of inspiration, he...leans back to sit on his hands. Can't possibly do anything weird or untoward like this. ]
Will this work?
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I'm not hearing "I promise that I won't get weird about the last part of your soul, Abe-sensei."
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[ . . . ]
Do you remember how I came up with that complicated plan to rescue Nyuudou-kun?
[ He is going to regret this. ]
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I do! I was impressed everything managed to work out--you really are something else.
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[ Might as well dive in headfirst and see what happens. ]
I guess I'm so good at coming up with strategies like that because there's a part of my soul that... only does that? I guess? It didn't care about anything besides its underhanded schemes to get what it wanted, and it was pretty dangerous...