[Yeah, the shitty joke landed. Akechi understands the tiny laugh; he's got a similar one himself, though it's darker and edgier™ and doesn't get out much. The look he's giving Shinjiro becomes a little more cynical, a little less the honour student.] Pleased to meet you, Aragaki-kun.
[It sounds as sincere as it's going to. Just as he expected, the guy—Aragaki, which at least beats Helpful Guy, or Inferior Delinquent—didn't recognise his name at all. And Akechi refuses to feel adrift because of it. Aragaki's heard him mention honour and put it together with Akechi's manner to get honour student, which is brighter of him than Akechi expected. Just attuned to education because of a grudge, maybe..? It's all part of the picture, which is adding up to Akechi not having to try and knife him today.]
It doesn't matter what I watched, any more. [He doesn't want to give his rote Akechi-kuuun interview response about that fucking fox show, and he doesn't want to talk about Good Morning Japan.] Though it might matter to you. Imagine it—you've missed your chance to drop in front of the TV—[he takes his right hand off the fish, to mime falling with a splat]—and have no idea what you're looking at. Flying fish, aliens, boiling squid in a bucket. A lifelong regret.
[Because there are no TVs here—at least, none that Akechi has seen. And, though he's seen some computers that wouldn't be out of place in the depths of the SIU, there seems to be no internet at all. Just the messages, almost all inane, that come across the suspiciously-advanced-looking charm on his belt. He peels the last fillet off the fish carcass and lays it down next to the first; it looks almost respectable.
What does he watch, though. Talk about questions he could have answered until the end of time. But that was two weeks ago.]
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[It sounds as sincere as it's going to. Just as he expected, the guy—Aragaki, which at least beats Helpful Guy, or Inferior Delinquent—didn't recognise his name at all. And Akechi refuses to feel adrift because of it. Aragaki's heard him mention honour and put it together with Akechi's manner to get honour student, which is brighter of him than Akechi expected. Just attuned to education because of a grudge, maybe..? It's all part of the picture, which is adding up to Akechi not having to try and knife him today.]
It doesn't matter what I watched, any more. [He doesn't want to give his rote Akechi-kuuun interview response about that fucking fox show, and he doesn't want to talk about Good Morning Japan.] Though it might matter to you. Imagine it—you've missed your chance to drop in front of the TV—[he takes his right hand off the fish, to mime falling with a splat]—and have no idea what you're looking at. Flying fish, aliens, boiling squid in a bucket. A lifelong regret.
[Because there are no TVs here—at least, none that Akechi has seen. And, though he's seen some computers that wouldn't be out of place in the depths of the SIU, there seems to be no internet at all. Just the messages, almost all inane, that come across the suspiciously-advanced-looking charm on his belt. He peels the last fillet off the fish carcass and lays it down next to the first; it looks almost respectable.
What does he watch, though. Talk about questions he could have answered until the end of time. But that was two weeks ago.]