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[policedefective]

[Akechi isn't quite as so lucky to fumble, what with the wind suddenly stopping so he doesn't overuse his powers to the point that he'd be more hungry than do anything else, so he lands violently backwards as the spikes on his elbows and the horns on his face manage to slow and cushion his fall. Somewhat.

But now he's stuck with his feet in the air for a few brief seconds. If Akira manages to see him, he'll loudly curse before pushing himself out.]

[le_mat]

[He only sees the last few moments before Akechi gets up, spitting sand out as he does the same.

... he manages to not laugh. it's a hard thing, but he knows Akechi would Not Appreciate It.]

I think we broke a flight record.

[policedefective]

[Oh good, Akira didn't notice (he thinks, or at least wants to think). He dusts off the sand from his outfit. Which, well, looks a little worse for wear. Urgh. He'd need t bring it to the cleaners.]

I believe I was faster getting home.

[Ahh yes. A competition. Always. Forever.]

[le_mat]

Hmmm... maybe. But it's for the same thing, right?

[the awkward prep and the flight cooled him down a little, but not completely. So his voice purrs as he walks over, tail swishing. All this rushing really IS flattering]

[policedefective]

Perhaps.

[Akechi is still just the type to be completely alienish to what is about to happen. The flame still burns inside of him, but using those powers has lowered it's...potency for now. Enough that while seeing Akira walking towards him is rather tempting, he also carefully looks around to make sure they are...alone.

Then he slams a clawed foot into the ground, the sand and mud moving around until it forms some sort of basic walled structure.

Luxury, Akira.

He won't make out in the open air like some sort of low-life exhibitionist.]

[le_mat]

[he whistles, impressed]

Whoa... you're gonna be starving later, you know.

[policedefective]

I already am.

[A double meaning, if there ever was one. Should they quickly look around for a poor victim or wait until later.]

[le_mat]

[Logic says they should absolutely hunt. Good sense.

Instead:]

I mean, if you ate me that wouldn't even be the third worst date I've been on.

[Akira plz]

[policedefective]

[He hesitates for a second before laughing. Clearly amused.]

No, I don't think I'd like seeing you shrivel right in front of me.

[That's almost a compliment?]

[le_mat]

[That makes him grin, and he reaches out to dust some of the sand off Akechi's spikes, fingers lingering a bit]

You know... if you want to hunt right now we can. We don't even have to do anything else. I WANT to- I want you to know that. But it's not... imperative.

... though I gotta admit, the idea of fooling around while you're a little hunger-feral isn't a BAD look.

[A little smoke curls out of his nose, some of that excitement flaring up again. Still, this is important to state outright.]

[policedefective]

[Flattery will get you everywhere Akira. There's that weird purr again.]

I always suspected you enjoyed Black Mask's look more than my Princely one. I suppose it would be...interesting. I'm not to the point of complete insanity. Yet.

[It's more like craving a burger right now than being starved for one. He moves them closer to each other again.]

Well then. Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly...

[le_mat]

Guilty as charged.

[And as Akechi leads them closer, Akira's tail coils around his leg]

Lead the way.

[He is quite charmed by this little sand wall-dome thing.]

I hope I assumed correctly that it was Akechi's leg haha. If not I'll redo!

[policedefective]

[Oh that is certainly not an unpleasant feeling, he decides.]

Very well.

[Trying not to fall from having a tail around one of his legs, he basically goes to sit inside, setting down the covers from his bed that he bought. It's not comfortable at all, but hey it means there won't be sand on them for what they are about to do. More time to think about each other and let loose completely. Hopefully he can follow up.]

you're good!

[le_mat]

[He lets go once they're inside, if just so his tail doesn't get pinched by a knee or elbow]

It's almost cozy.

[He takes his satchel off and sets it aside as well, within easy grabbing distance]

[policedefective]

Are you trying to make small talk, or are you having second thoughts?

[Goro Akechi can't exactly do things well, but he does know how to push the other the right way, so to speak.]

[le_mat]

Ah... caught.

[he starts fiddling with a curl of hair in front of his face]

... I guess I'm just nervous. Kinda stupid after everything, I know.

[he squares his shoulders and makes his way back over, blushing but still eager]

[policedefective]

[Ahhh. That deflates him as well. All the piss and vinegar gone as he holds a hand to his face, sighing.]

Oh thank goodness. I wasn't sure if I could have kept up trying to outdo you.

[It's taken nearly a year for him to be comfortable about it, and even then, there's still that lingering voice in the back of his head. Always constantly reminding him that he doesn't deserve this.]

[le_mat]

[he laughs softly, though it's clearly self deprecating rather than at Akechi]

Farthest I've managed is a really bad handy and I touched a bare boob once so... for once let's hold off on the rival thing a little.

[he rests his forehead on Akechi's shoulder, avoiding the spines as best he can and his horns probably poking him a little]

I've... never done anything with someone who I... actually care what they think about me. So don't laugh if I'm kind shit at it.

[policedefective]

[It's a lot to take in. For all their rivalry, in the end they are both two teenagers who just happened to go on a magical journey caused by gods and idiots trying to become gods.

He tries to pull in his spins as much as he can so it doesn't harm Akira. Little details and touches that betray his usual nature.

Someone he cares about, huh..even now, sometimes Akechi still can't believe it. It's just a situation he'll need to work on more and more.]

Sometimes I wonder if you truly realize who you're speaking to. I didn't even know that clipping your nails was important.

[Do you think he knows anything about this either?]

[le_mat]

Ha... I gotta take advantage of my little head start as much as I can- I expect you'll end up an expert eventually just like you do with everything else.

[he smirks, making no rush to move]

... and I only knew that 'cuz of porn and... you know. Self experimentation.

[policedefective]

[It's rather funny that in this dinky little sand-made shack, they are both at their most vulnerable and, frankly, the most honest with each other. He scoffs at Akira's comment, pleased but rolls his eyes all the same.]

Oh please...I can't really see myself becoming an expert at that.

[But he smiles back, nonetheless.]

Well, I suppose we did all of that. Myself included. Well no, that's a lie. I wasn't the type to watch it, due to the negative association I had with it.

[le_mat]

No, you read Featherman porn stories on the internet.

[Said instantly. rip. He finally lifts his head a little and...starts lightly kissing where Akechi's shoulder meets neck, tail swishing back and forth.]

[policedefective]

You --

[He pushes Akira away, starring at him and his (damn sexy) grinning face in annoyance and anger until he slowly grins back.]

Why would I when there's plenty of fan ficion of the righteous detective prince against Joker? Truely, it was rather amusing since no one knew what you looked like...

[le_mat]

[He blushes and huffs, though he can't completely break his knife grin either. He's having fun]

Was I devilishly handsome with a ten inch cock?

[He can't maintain the ruse though and breaks down laughing]

[policedefective]

[He should not be laughing at that, and he tries to remain serious, but that's just...so ridiculous that he fails, as a few laughs of air escapes his mouth before he holds a hand on his chest.]

The...problem, you see, is before your televised appearance, is that no one knew what you all looked like. So they imagined someone my age, which isn't wrong...but also they always gave you a 10 inch...top hat.