[ No rest for the weary, or so they say. It's become her mantra over these long series of days. Truthfully, they'd started to blend together at the edges. Where one report began and another cup of coffee ended is nearly impossible to distinguish. All carry the same stale memory of the Bureau's halogen lights overhead, and the kind of accomplishment Akane has come to associate with loneliness. A victory at a price was par for the course — lives were lost because of her, and lives were also saved. Protected beneath the veil of normalcy Sibyl so selflessly provides. Only Akane has lifted that barrier and survived to tell about it. Married to the job, and still a poor bride. Togane Sakuya and Kamui Kirito are both gone, and she's left to dissolve their secrets into paperwork.
To fit violent bloodstains neatly behind red tape. Or in the case of her grandmother, to quietly take the calls from her family away from the department. That way, no one has to see her face when they tell her it's better for her to not help oversee it. She's busy, after all, and they understand...
As soon as she's neatly returned a stack of bound and organized files to the table in front of her, she finds her weight resting against Ginoza's shoulder. Exhaustion has a peculiar kind of warmth. A creeping kind, almost. Tangible when it moves within her. When Gino takes a nick at her, a smile curves its way into his arm. It's as fond as it is knowing. Perhaps she's just being selfish by spending so much time here lately. Not just in his quarters, but by his side. ]
Will that be a problem?
[ Akane rarely asks questions she won't get an answer to. And luckily, Ginoza is fond of answers she doesn't precisely ask for. His constant concern over her Hue to balance her rarely thinking about it is one such example. This is another. How it feels right, regardless. Idly, her tired hands smooth at the edges of his sleeve. ]
I won't impose so much when I find the time to move.
[ Divorced from what kept her interest in it, her apartment has simply become another empty crime scene. ]
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To fit violent bloodstains neatly behind red tape. Or in the case of her grandmother, to quietly take the calls from her family away from the department. That way, no one has to see her face when they tell her it's better for her to not help oversee it. She's busy, after all, and they understand...
As soon as she's neatly returned a stack of bound and organized files to the table in front of her, she finds her weight resting against Ginoza's shoulder. Exhaustion has a peculiar kind of warmth. A creeping kind, almost. Tangible when it moves within her. When Gino takes a nick at her, a smile curves its way into his arm. It's as fond as it is knowing. Perhaps she's just being selfish by spending so much time here lately. Not just in his quarters, but by his side. ]
Will that be a problem?
[ Akane rarely asks questions she won't get an answer to. And luckily, Ginoza is fond of answers she doesn't precisely ask for. His constant concern over her Hue to balance her rarely thinking about it is one such example. This is another. How it feels right, regardless. Idly, her tired hands smooth at the edges of his sleeve. ]
I won't impose so much when I find the time to move.
[ Divorced from what kept her interest in it, her apartment has simply become another empty crime scene. ]