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[policedefective]

[He shrugs, then smiles.]

Well, as they say, the nail that sticks out is struck.

[A little taste of home. “When you stick out, you’re likely to get criticized.” Those who try to be different in Japan often meet with a lot of resistance. So, this phrase is quite common to be told at others. Except this time it's meant to be said sarcastically. He's..teasing him?]

Being yourself is what sets you apart from the others.

[le_mat]

[His smile turns sardonic]

Trust me, I know. Before the arrest I... well-

[He waves a hand]

- I dunno. Things weren't as bad as it was for Ryuji or Ann. But I wasn't exactly well-liked back home either.

[policedefective]

[And he killed the mood. He can't help but scoff at that, however.]

Believe me, I know what that's like. Honestly, trying to gain the approval of your peers and adults was not worth the effort I put in, in the end. Looking back, I should have stayed to being a stuck nail.

[le_mat]

[Less so than he thinks, honestly. Akira remembers their conversation about not talking about himself. ]

Same. I don't miss those damn glasses one bit.

[He might have the excuse of his ears for why he stopped wearing them, but... maybe that wasn't really it]

[policedefective]

That's too bad. They did give you an air of intelligence, once in a while.

[Now he's just trying to rile him up.]

[le_mat]

[He huffs, pawing at the floor with a hoof ]

Wow. Rude.

[He stares at his bowl and sighs]

I think this is as doughy as this is gonna get.

[It's sticking... a little?]

[policedefective]

I do try.

[The smile he had on his face drops into concern as he looks at the bowl as well.]

Well...it's trying to do its best, I suppose. After all, maybe it will be like when stick rice is pounded enough it becomes mochi...

[He's trying to be nice? What is this...]

[le_mat]

I'm hoping it will stiffen up if I chill it...

[He notices]

You're being surprisingly nice today.

[And not in the fake Prince way, though if talking about eating him and how he looks less stupid with glasses is nice anyone other than Akira would be horrified. He moves to dust his hands with flour before sticking them in the 'dough' to start rolling up dumplings onto a tray]

[policedefective]

That could work.

[The miracle that makes fried ice cream workable. He then looks away briefly, the wings on his back moving slightly as if he's been caught with his hand inside of a cookie jar. He's trying to get there, but his mind is stuck between both.]

If that bothers you, I can go back to being how it usually is.

[Not that it's that huge of a difference, unless your name is Akira.]

[le_mat]

It's nice. Just another part of everyday Akechi.

[policedefective]

[He coughs, looking at the wall again. The entire absurdity of the situation hits him once more. Here he is trying not to run all the while his rival is making cereal dumplings.

Ridiculous.]

...

[This will drag on forever, he knows it. Hell, it might just escape his grasp. So he needs to do this.

The Goro Akechi way.]

Once you're done preparing them, let's go to the rooftop and fight. I need to vent some steam.

[Literally and figuratively.]

[le_mat]

[He blinks, a little surprised.

Anyone else would question it, or at least ask. Akira, otoh, just shrugs]

Sure.

gotta bed more tags tomorrow

[policedefective]

[He's relieved about not being asked why, really.]

Alright.

[Maybe he can regain that confidence by fighting.]

[le_mat]

[he nods and finishes up rolling the dumplings.

Then stares at them. They are already losing their shape, oozing a bit. It's the saddest sight.

He sighs and pops them in the freezer]

Alright, let's hope they haven't escaped by the time we're done.

[policedefective]

Sentient cereal? Now that would be amusing. Let me get my sword. I'd rather not use magic for this, I haven't eaten since two weeks ago.

[Ahh, so clearly an unplanned battle. Scene change! Rooftop.]

[le_mat]

[Akira takes the time to get his Big Knife (he already had his butterfly knife on him, as usual) before heading up there. The weather is slowly warming, and he pauses to soak it in. Still chilly, but nice]

Hmm... hopefully no one wanders up here this time of day.

[policedefective]

You've never come up and seen others settle their issues before or have a friendly sparring match?

[He brands his sword, briefly spinning it before lunging himself towards the other. This. This is easier for him to understand, to help his mind prepare. To see if Akira can keep up with him. He knows it's not exactly healthy, but is this world even healthy? Besides, if Akira can't dodge this, what's the point of...hmm.]

[le_mat]

No-

[And he spins to the side with his usual dexterity, spinning his blade lazily. It'd look casual if you didn't know where to look- his tense back, his raised tail. He's on alert.]

-wow, can't even manage a conversation?

[policedefective]

Why speak, when actions can do the talking?

[He turns to attack him again, the wings on his back opened in full. His movements, despite the lack of wind, are precise and calculated. Nothing a kelpie can't dodge, however.

He holds his gigantic sword with his left hand, looking for an opening, keeping his blood pumping, smiling the entire time.]

This is way more entertaining that trying to make cereal soup.

[le_mat]

[His guard is up, and he jumps away again, starting to circle a bit]

You really must be pent-up.

[policedefective]

How'd you come to that conclusion?

[His voice is almost literally dripping with sarcasm. He watches the other, waiting for him to come towards him head-on, holding his sword like a shield.]

[le_mat]

Oh, just a vibe I'm getting.

[Thier tones don't seem to match at all, his own teasing to counter the sarcasm. Yet it fits well for them. Finally, he stops just dodging, ducking low (or well, as low as his tall ass can manage) and darting forward a bit, letting his slightly too-long arm cover the distance to try and tag him with his blade]

[policedefective]

[No words now, just the twisted enjoyment as he's briefly pushed backwards as they clash, blade against blade causing sparks to fly due to their monster strength.

It's odd how the other's height didn't seem to bother him as much anymore. Maybe because he knew, eventually, it might change. Was he making excuses for himself or Akira? He didnt know anymore.]

I had a dream last night, you know. I was back in my world on the ship.

[le_mat]

[He keeps up the pressure, lashing out, even as they talk. His ears pin back, the only clue how much the shift in topic unnerves him]

Oh?

[policedefective]

[Subtle enough for most, but not Goro Akechi.]

It's quite amusing, really.

[Only someone like Goro would find that type of dream funny. He pauses as he makes sure not to lose his footing.]

Except instead of calling him Joker, or Amamiya, it was...Akira Kurusu. It seems even my dreams and nightmares aren't shielded from you.