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[le_mat]

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]

[policedefective]

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.]

[le_mat]

[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.

[policedefective]

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.

[le_mat]

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

[policedefective]

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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

Here, let me-

[he tilts his head slightly so they slot together a little better. The height is a little awkward, and he has to lean down more than is comfortable. All the more reason to change to something else. The idea makes him grin against Akechi's mouth, feeling giddy to the point of near mania]

[policedefective]

[Goro, meanwhile, wonders if he should push himself into the air a little. Or ask to become taller...it makes him surprisingly self-concious, so when he feels Akira smiling, he briefly pulls away, looking surprisingly vulnerable. Maybe that's why he expects the worse.]

What are you laughing at?

[le_mat]

[Oh... that's cute. His smile softens considerably]

I'm not. Just thinking how this will be way easier once I'm a demon.

[Aka he 100% plans to keep doing this long term]

[policedefective]

[Well, that did confirm he was going to go with it.

Goro can't deny his own excitement at the prospect.]

Just don't disappoint me.

[le_mat]

[He leans back in, resting his head against Goro's, his ears flicking a bit at the other's hair tickling them]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[policedefective]

[He can't help but laugh at that.]

This feels...nice.

[Confusing, but nice.]

Don't think I'll go soft on you, however.

[le_mat]

Mmhm.

[its very very nice. But Akira tenses slightly, his tail flicking]

Good. No matter what all... this... ends up? Don't change. Please. Just... be you.

[mean and bitter and a little insane. All of it]

[policedefective]

[He's silent for a few seconds, pondering those words, realizing the fear that Akira had. Then he grins and laughs.]

Ha! This changes nothing when it comes to that. If anything, it simply means the stakes are more...intense now.

[le_mat]

[oh that sounds like a threat. But regardless Akira just nods, relieved. Yes yes, of course adding this extra layer was just asking for Goro to get possessive and likely even more violent. That came with losing too much too many times.

It doesn't bother him one bit, he finds]

I can accept that.

[policedefective]

Of course, I expect the same of you...

[He goes to reach him, then ackwardly pats his elbow. He's. So. Bad. At. This.]

[le_mat]

[Akira shouldn't be surprised, but he almost laughs. He DOESN'T, but his eyes twinkle with mirth and wrinkle at the corners with it. Full of fire from the kissing, he reaches over and takes the awkward patting hand and places it more firmly on his bicep]

Thanks to Ryuji and Yusuke I'm pretty relaxed when it comes to physical stuff.

[Ryuji's tenancy to fling an arm around him and Yusuke's utter lack of body shame did wonders for getting him used to touching casually. And people in ryslig just seem way more open with that kind of thing. When in Rome...]

[policedefective]

[That is something he'll have to come to terms with. Akechi's face becomes a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. This isn't exactly an area he's touched on - well - anyone. Even if he got curious about what it would feel against Akira lately it just...well...anyway.

Stupid Sexy Joker.]

Should I be taking that as a threat?

[Akechi takes everything as a threat. He still sits there with the hand on the chest, knowing he looks stupid, but too unsure what to do next.]

[le_mat]

Only if you want it to be.

[He grins and steps back, freeing Akechi from embarrassment. His tendrils swipe out to grab their weapons as he goes, hands in his pockets and a light bounce to his step]

I'm gonna go check on the dumplings~

[policedefective]

...Huh.

[Where's the usual piss and vinegar, Goro? Lost in that hand as he watches Akira walk away.

Nooo, come back.]

Are you sure they haven't escaped?

[le_mat]

Well, if they have at least we'll be armed.