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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.]

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?

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.

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

You really must be pent-up.

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.]

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]

[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.

[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?

[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.

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[His ears stay pinned, but his gaze is intense, heated. Not angry just... Elevated. His strikes get a little sloppy but also gain more force.]

Maybe you were just seeing my world. Weirder things have happened.

[Akechi had dipped into his memory soup in the Pale, after all.

... only he knows that's a lie. Because even then, at their most desperate point, the Akechi he knew never once called him by his name in the Metaverse. Only Joker.]

[He can't help but grin sarcastically at that, his teeth briefly flashing before he tries to push him a little backwards and gain the upper edge.]

I think we both know that's a lie.

[Words he'd told him before, when they had been fused together.]

Besides, I've noticed enough subtle differences between the both of you to know the differences. My conclusion is thus; it seems the superior twin is replacing the other. Even in my memories.

[It's the type of praise that could only come from Akechi.]

[If they weren't fighting- if this was back in the kitchen where he could think about his words- he might have just blushed and awkwardly gone back to whatever he was doing. Laugh it off. But as Akechi talks he pushes Akira back just a bit, putting him on the defensive. His blood is pumping. Like this he is as close to Joker as he ever is- wild and unflinchingly honest]

Good.

[And precisely why Akechi wanted to fight like this - much like his rival, he too has trouble speaking with words. Finding what he needs to do or say when he actually wants something that isn't just for himself.

The reply surprises him, as evident by the wings on his back swishing backwards, almost in awe of the brutality of that answer. His own heart is beating wildly as he brings the knife and blade closer to their faces - one wrong slip and either of them could end up with a disfiguration, or at least a very painful wound. Brief hesitation maybe. Waiting to see how the other will react.]

You really are quite idiosyncratic.

[It could mean that he's eccentric, or maybe it's Goro's way of telling him he's unique in his eyes.]

[He doesn't flinch back. If anything he leans in. He is reminded of the last time he was pinned by a sword:

That Look pisses me off.

He laughs harshly- if Kamoshida saw him now he'd piss himself all over again.]

Looks like you bring out the other sides of me.

[They are so close that Goro can smell him. Coffee, salt water...crushed cereal...

It's enough to drive most men mad or run away in fear.]

Funny, that was going to be my next accusation.

Guess we're both messed up now.

[Or always were. It feels like Akechi has infected him with madness. But it's good to know he's not the only one]

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Please. Are you truely saying I wasn't before?

[It's like he can read into the other's thoughts, or they simply know this all along. He winks as he tries to push him back some more.]

[But he digs his hooves in, refusing to be moved, refusing to let the lock end. His eyes keep flicking down towards Akechi's mouth as they talk.]

I'm starting to wonder if I always was too.

We are Japanese, after all.

[He's not the only one looking at the other's mouth and face.]

There are more rules compared to other parts of the world...and different universes. What this place is doing right, at the very least, is fully releasing us from the shackles of society and what we shouldn't or should do.

Right... there's... lots of things we could do here we couldn't get away with before.

That's right.

[Are they even fighting anymore, or just pretending to?]

It took a while for even someone like me to realize this.

[Purposefully left open.]

[It's an opening. A crack in the door. And with the same bold recklessness that served him well in the Metaverse Akira darts in, aiming to steal those damned lips that keep taunting him. Like this, with their locked blades, Akechi can easily slice his face and neck open, if he wants. Hell, he might even slice himself open if he's not careful, the steel ticking his Adam's apple.

But he really doesn't care]

[There's a metalic smell as he notices he unconciously moved his sword away from Akira and closer to himself, nicking at his neck. Goro turns the blade sideways and tosses it down, as it clanks on the rooftop, forgotten.

He's craved for physical touch all of his life. Positive physical touch that actually meant something. Denying this now would be folly, and he had purposefully worked towards it.

As their lips touch, it feels like he's swallowing lightining, spreading all over his body like the first time he had summoned a Persona.

He wasn't lying either; perhaps only Akira could have pulled this off properly when it came to the two and lived to tell the tale. Amamiya is like a distant memory now, tied to a place he can never return to, nor that he wants, really.

Now that it is happening, his mind races in all directions and what it means in the long run. He does realize, very, very quickly how much he likes it, even if he has no idea what he's doing. Violently, he shoves Akira's knife away so he can grab his hand and smash their heads closer. He never realized until that how badly he's been wanting this.]

[He barely has to shove the knife at all, because the moment it's clear Akechi isn't going to gut him like a fish (and that had it's own appeal) his hold on the weapon loosened to nothing, and he grasps back at Akechi like he's drowning. Ironic, maybe.

The comparison to summoning a Persona is apt- he feels it too. The adrenaline that only that Awakening really compares to- all the hidden wants rushing out all at once. He's a bit more experienced than Akechi at this specific act, but it feels like all that flies right out of his head. Their noses bump awkwardly and he has no idea where to put his other hand. So in the end he just grips the side of Akechi's shirt desperately]

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[If Akira had a set idea of how it would go, this is certainly not it.

Goro's inexperience and clear desperation for being touched is going into overdrive s he moves his free hand, also not sure where to place it. Half thinking about grabbing him by the collar so they can be the same height. In the end, he allows himself to be led on by the other, trying to match his moves.]

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