[Week 1, Tuesday: Shirasu]

[doublecrows]

[it's not difficult to find Akechi later Tuesday evening, after they speak in the kitchen. Akechi is shuffling his way back to his room, arms folded around his elbows, shivering in the drafty castle. he's moving rather quickly, spurred upon by the slight paranoia he feels from being separated from Eichi]

[now's a good time to catch him for another, more private, chat!]

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[doublecrows]

[he will make it how he likes it, then! WITH MARSHMALLOWS]

Tensions rising enough for us to lash out at each other, you mean?

[droops]

Yes. . . you're right about that. Even the most levelheaded of people can lose their control when faced with captivity.

[wagashis]

Trapping us here, putting information about all of us on those tapestries, not to mention the abrupt cold and the way this well seems to answer wishes...

[he sighs, shaking his head.]

It seems to prefer we not get too comfortable.

[doublecrows]

A delicate balance between comfort and torture?

[he says, brows quirked]

I believe the Crafters are quite the sadists indeed.