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[policedefective]

Literally and figuratively. I'm quite looking forward to it.

[Why have 2 arms when you can have 4?]

[le_mat]

[And like the joking double murder and the cannibalism... Akira finds the idea twistedly romantic. An excuse to always keep fighting. Pushing forward and higher. He hadn't accepted the false Igor's offer back then, but the idea of fighting and thieving forever had certainly been a temptation tailored to him specifically, hadn't it?

He wonders if something is wrong with him. Too late to worry about it now.]

Good, I won't slack off.

[All the wet ingrediants added he sets to work whisking every thing, looking not exactly pleased at the mixture after a few minutes]

[policedefective]

[Maybe if false Igor had paid more attention to Akechi like Maruki had, instead of tossing out his own champion like yesterday's garbage, he could have made it work a little better.]

I didn't expect anything less from Joker, if I'm being honest.

[And wasn't Akechi nothing if not an honest man (/s)?]

Your creativity and the power this world brings will certainly make this interesting. I know I won't get bored watching you.

[...]

[le_mat]

[He blushes and starts whisking harder]

Wow, keep talking like that and I'll start thinking you like me.

[policedefective]

[It was full speed ahead until he ran into a wall. As much as it is satisfying to see Akira's reaction, he's also not sure what to do.

He could play it cool, but he's also...nervous and he hates it and just wants to flip the nearby table with his wind. Emotions are confusing and annoying and frightening.

But also, he NEEDS to say something before Akira wonders what the hell is up with him.]

Are you going to stick a dagger in my ankle?

[Nailed it.]

[le_mat]

Only if you ask nicely.

[He says without thinking]

[policedefective]

[It's such a surprising answer that he wasn't expecting, he starts to laugh. It sounds genuine, despite it all. It feels nice, like some part of the stress is leaving.]

You truely are one of a kind.

[le_mat]

[He smiles in turn, feeling suddenly very light]

Is that a nice way of saying 'weirdo'?

[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.]