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[le_mat]

[it is weird. But weird 2 am conversations with them is kinda a trend by now so he doesnt hesitate to answer- he's pretty nocturnal himself without Mona]

well, you know I've never really been rich or anything. so maybe that colors it. but I think of luxury as... an experience you cant easy get. if it's food it has to have ingredients I could never usually get. if its art it needs to be one of a kind. if its clothing it has to make me stand out in a way someone cant just copy.

Usually that kind of thing takes money, yeah. but if it's something anyone with enough cash can do I dont think it counts. It takes a certain level of effort and taste too.

[policedefective]

[Akechi lets out a small sigh reading his reply. He was somehow afraid that Akira wouldn't 'get it'. This makes him...ahh...what's the word again?

Happy.

It makes him happy...and also, weirdly, gives him slight butterflies in his stomach.]

I think so too. Money or not, luxury is more of a state of mind that differs from person to person. One man's junk is another's treasure, as they say.

[Or in this case, one man fullstop.]

Maybe that's why I've been seeking out more of it.

[le_mat]

[it doesnt need to be said. They both saw the cruise ship. Akechi saw much more than that even.

Opulence to the point of disgust. Worthless and, honestly, trashy.

People like that always look over true value.]

well, you dont have a face you have to put up anymore here. so why not indulge in what you want?

[that might be the demon talking, but even as a human Akira wouldnt have completely disagreed either]

I'm gonna say this happens before the moon blows up lol

[policedefective]

[Indulge in what he wants, huh. Now that sends him a thrill down his spine at the thought of it. True, even back home he had a few vices (murders aside), but nothing quite as how he felt now.]

That 'face' can still be useful in specific situations, admittedly. As they say, flattery will get you everywhere, especially as a monster.

[That being said...]

Are you sure, telling me to do as I please is a good idea?

[It's a strange question to ask, must like his first one. And yet, there it is.]

Good idea lol

[le_mat]

im not known for my good ideas, goro.

plus, theres not much i can see you doing to anyone that we dont already do as monsters. you have your lines you wont cross.

[no one would call Akechi a good person, but Akira knows he has his own personal sense of justice.

And, well, encouraging this sends a thrill through HIM too.]

and I'm not in a place to judge you for much anymore, am i?

[policedefective]

You could have fooled me. Well, actually, you did. Therefore, don't insult me by saying your ideas weren't good.

[The lines he won't cross. Well, Akira's right in that matter, there are a few things he won't do. The lines have gotten amazingly thin in this world, but they haven't completely eroded either.]

I suppose not. You chose that form for yourself, so deep down you must have always wanted it, right? It's liberating, isn't it?

[le_mat]

then you should compliment futaba and makoto more than me. Though I WAS the one in actual danger for it and convinced Sae-san, so I wont say I had nothing to do with it.

as for this body... maybe you're right. I have a heart full of demons after all.

[policedefective]

Maybe if I ever meet them again. Somehow I doubt that.

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

And now the body matches the mind. That, in itself, might be a luxury of its own.

[Maybe this is Akechi's weird way of flirting.]

[le_mat]

it was definately EXPENSIVE. But worth it. I look good.

[as a demon he's become somehow even more shameless]

[policedefective]

Well, to that I can't really argue there.

[Yeah this is definitely flirting.]

It must be the new heels.

[le_mat]

[ it absolutely is flirting ]

of course you like the heels. should i consider them a gift then?

When you reply to this 10 minutes after post and then forget to hit enter

[policedefective]

As much as the wings on my back were a gift from you, I suppose.

Mine seem to be a lot more expensive.

[Least one forgets this is Akechi, everything is a Competition.]

[le_mat]

i mean they ARE gold...

mine are more useful though. wings and all

guess they'll never have a hangliding incident ;)

[policedefective]

I always found it interesting. The splash of gold against everything else the Persona is.

[Like Akechi, mysterious and hard to predict.]

They only search a purpose for gliding. It can be a pain to find proper outfits, but I do manage. Truely, I could use a hanglider instead, but I'm not stupid and fear there would be an...accident.

[Anyway, back to the talk at hand, because there had been a point.]

So your looks aside, what else in this world do you indulge as a luxury?

omfg

[le_mat]

no random hangliding. last thing i need is you falling off a cliff

in this world?

... honestly. i dunno if it would be considered a luxury exactly, but part of me likes humans not being willing to mess with me. being the top dog, so to speak. there's so few monsters, it's hard not to feel 'special', right?

shit. a year ago i would be disgusted even thinking that

[policedefective]

[Be still, his rapidly beating heart.]

It can be, yes. That's how I felt when I first welded my power back then. To think that no one else had it...well you saw its consequences. I don't think it's quite the same now, however.

Maybe. But does it really matter anymore? ;)

[Oh a winking emoji. Shit's serious now.]

[le_mat]

it does matter. i need to be able to look at myself in the mirror after all.

but i don't really care what anyone else thinks of me, anymore. and it's not just because of here- i was getting there before too. when... when things went bad after my arrest, and everyone started looking at me differently. i was so mad all the time.

people would whisper about how i was dangerous and part of me was just- 'yeah, i am'

being here just makes that part louder.

[policedefective]

It becomes easier.

[Take it from him, the 'master' assassin.]

It's quite liberating, I must agree. You already know that back home I had to keep a clean image for most of the time, disgusted how people treated me as long as I was a TV star, their admiration fleeting and compared to when they were looking down on me for so long as an unwanted, orphaned child.

[...]

I like it, you know. The danger. You being dangerous.

[le_mat]

...

where are you at?

[ he can't maintain this over text, not anymore ]

phone tag so still text

[policedefective]

[It takes a full twenty seconds before Akechi replies, having to briefly put the phone down before things got too...indecent. Maybe it's the elegant simplicity of the reply to his words that gets his own imagination going. The thought frightens him at how he doesn't seem all that worried anymore ]

Why? Are you going to finally try to kill me? I've been bored.

[With Akechi that could mean so many things. Layers upon layers of meanings. He gives the name of a club he's been to once every week at the very least (with Akira alway welcomed to join him), explaining perhaps why he was suddenly wanting to discussing luxury. Then, he adds;]

Of course I could leave and go somewhere else, if you'd like.

[le_mat]

[Going to the club is tempting. Showing up without warning and ambushing Akechi. But right now, after talking even a little about this hate inside him... he's feeling a little too raw for that. He doesn't want to, for once, play a game]

come home?

[A question, not a demand]

[policedefective]

[Come home... it's strange. He never really had considered it as such until now. It was more like an apartment, a place to sleep during most days.

His right hand idly claws at the table before he realizes it, and he quickly pays for his drinks before getting up and typing as he exits the venue. It must have looked bizarre to the humans passing by him to see him move with such a purpose, his face oddly a little more redder than usual, a small wisp of smoke escaping his lips.]

ok

[Now that is unusual for him to type, but 'very well' or 'understood' would have taken more time and somehow Goro doesn't seem to think he has much of it. He holds his communication device tightly before a gust of wind propels him into the air with a speed and violence that mimicked his own mind. Anticipation, fear, longing all at once. It's a rather deadly cocktail for someone like him, nothing like what the brightly colored alcoholic drinks could have even provided him, but just as deadly in such large doses all the same.

He arrives with such speed that he doesn't bother to enter the front door, using his shadow form to sneak in between the cracks of his window. Wither Akira is in Goro's room or his own, the goblin turns back into his monster form, a little more hungry for his efforts. The spikes on his elbows which he usually carefully pulls inward to order to give himself a more human appearance are now unconsciously pushed outwards, giving him a princely look. Whatever happened, he'd need to...hunt after this. This being...well, he isn't quite sure yet, his eyes looking at the room to see if Akira is there or not before taking a step on the hardwood floor to announce his presence.]

[le_mat]

[And it says a lot that while Akira was not in the room itself he was lingering nearby, his ears perking the moment he hears Akechi's foot falls. He turns, looking in the open doorway, eyes bright cherry-blood red]

...that was fast.

[His tone lacks any humor, just honest almost breathy surprise. Looks like they are both pretty tuned up]

[policedefective]

[He's still gasping for his breath as he looks up and his eyes dart to Akira's own. It's hard to miss them, considering how bright they are. A smile creeps up to his face as he grins with his pointed teeth - a strong sense of pride at Akira's words.]

Well...we can't all be so lucky to have teleportation powers, so I do my best to make up for it.

[le_mat]

[He steps into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. His stance is relaxed and at ease, but his gold-dipped tail was twitching like a hunting cat's]

Well, it's a little flattering. Or was the club that boring?