Catch-All for Milla

[specialdog]

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Week 0 | Post Trial

[specialdog]

[ Akane returns to her shared house with Milla in the early evening, after the trial. It hasn't been too much time since the trial, but she did spend a little bit of time out wandering around and having other conversations.

... Sorry that she's a little bit rude, just heading straight for the bed where she plops down, sitting on the edge. She peels off her tights and then just. Flops backwards. After laying there a moment, she speaks up. ]

For the record, I don't think you did anything wrong.

[tothemaxwell]

[Milla sits on the couch with a stack of books beside her, only having nodded an acknowledgement when Akane walked by her and inside.

It's only at Akane's voice that she turns around, eyebrows raised.]

Oh?

[specialdog]

It would have helped prove if it was the kid, after all. And it was.

Just because she's little doesn't mean we can't pursue the truth in all this. It's what we have to do.

Week 1 | Post-Trial

[tothemaxwell]

[Sometime after sunset, Milla returns to the house, her customary stack of books in hand.

On noticing Akane, she places the books on the table, and makes a beeline for her.]

Akane. Good timing—I was going to look for you.

Do you still have that device? The... [the heck was it] phone?

[specialdog]

I do, but...

[ Akane takes it out from her pocket. It's screen is cracked, but that's always been the case. What's new though: when she presses the button, it doesn't light up. ]

It's dead. I won't be able to charge it for a little bit.

[tothemaxwell]

Oh. [shoot.

She stares at it, lips pursed.]

I was hoping you could teach me how to use such devices. How would we go about charging it?

Week 2 | Wednesday

[specialdog]

[ Akane is here, laying in bed and playing on her phone! But she spares a glance up to Milla to give her a once-over. ]

Oh good, you're not missing any limbs.

[tothemaxwell]

[There's a nod at Akane when she walks in, but that's it. In fact, it's unusual. Almost as if Milla doesn't seem to initially hear her. She blinks—then turns, frowning.

Picking up a book off the table, she settles into the sitting area couch, keen to get her mind into anything else.]

[specialdog]

[ ..... Akane pouts because, hey, this weeks partner thing is wanting to be around your partner. And she's not willing to be needy enough to obey it, but now that she's here, she should at least get attention! ]

Hey, don't ignore me!

WEEK 2, POST-TRIAL, POST-MILLA DROPOFF

[tothemaxwell]

[When Akane makes her way home, she'll find Milla--

--or maybe she won't. The house seems pretty empty?







Wait what's that lump on the bed under all the covers...]

[specialdog]

It's just meee.

[ Hehehe... Cute... Akane makes sure that Milla has heard who she is before she comes to sit down on the edge of the bed, peeling off her tights as per her getting-home tradition. ]

This curse is hitting you hard, huh?

[tothemaxwell]

[The lump flinches at the sudden sound of the door opening and closing—but seems to untense just the smallest bit at realizing it's Akane.]

Curse? People are being murdered week after week! Anyone should be terrified!

WEEK 3, MONDAY

[tothemaxwell]

[Sometime on Monday, probably at their shared abode post-cooking contest, Milla manages to find Akane on her own—for the first time since the effects of the curse have washed away.]

Ah, Akane.

I know I gave an apology to everyone, but I would like to thank you personally for all you did for me during my affectation.

[specialdog]

Hehe! It was no problem. We're partners, after all!

[tothemaxwell]

Yes, and I am truly thankful for that. You are a good person.

[For whatever reason, she's just feeling sort of............. weird, today. Like, frustrated and angry and weirdly sad? Well, whatever. Conceal don't feel.]

However, I do ask that you do not reveal the identity of the one who cursed me to anyone else. They truly did not mean to cause such strife.

Week 3 | Post Trial

[specialdog]

[ In their home, Akane is just. Sprawled out on the bed staring up at the ceiling. She's not even?? Playing on her cell phone for once?? ]

[tothemaxwell]

[Much, much later, Milla pops back into their house, selecting a few volumes off the table

oh

there's Akane, being very ooc for herself.

...]

How are you feeling?

[It's a pointed question.]

[specialdog]

[ She looks at Milla for a minute and considers pointing out that it isn't as if she needs to ask, but.

If presented the opportunity to deny that she's got some irrational rage in her, hell yeah, she'll take it. At least her emotions are dulling out a bit after the tension of the trial. So now it's a quieter sort of irritation--like exhaustion. ]

Tired. Trials are always tiring.

... How about you?

Week 5 | monday

[specialdog]

[ In the evening, when Milla comes inside, Akane is lounging around. As per usual. But she sits up quickly, like she's excited to see Milla! Which is. A little weird, given that things have been a little tense with the memory and thought sharing... ]

Oh, hey!

[tothemaxwell]

Oh! Hello.

[There's the familiar thump of books on the coffee table. Books books books.

These ones are apparently about various animals and plants, although there's a novel here and there. Is that The DaVinci Code? Whatever.]

You seem to be in a rather good mood, Akane.

WEEK 5, POST-TRIAL

[tothemaxwell]

[Hello my dear partner

Milla is home, and she is keen to talk!]

Akane.

How are you feeling?

[specialdog]

[ As per usual, Akane is lounging around with her phone. ]

We didn't find out who killed my friend, or who killed my boyfriend, and people thought that I did it. [ So, bad. ]

Are you here to interrogate me more?

WEEK 6, TUESDAY

[tothemaxwell]

Good morning, Akane.

[It's late morning! It's Milla! She's back from her regular night time sojourn into the fire realm to practice her fire abilities!]

I hope you won't be holing yourself up in here for the entire week. There is an entirely new gateway, after all.

WEEK 6, POST-TRIAL

[tothemaxwell]

[when Akane is led away from the trial, Milla follows after, silently—a blonde shadow, keeping watch.]

[specialdog]

... You don't have to guard me like that. I'll get killed in the end either way.