[ Good. What a quaint place? Though Akira knows very little about Goro and Akira's father, just that he's not a very nice man overall. Morrigan peeks outside of the bag, showing a bright blue eye through the small opening before darkness takes over again.
There's a small wave. ]
Hey—it's still kind of weird for me to also call you Akira...
[ He rubs his neck awkwardly as he enters, politely staying in the front the entryway as he peels off his shoes. ]
But Mr. Turner doesn't feel right, either.
There's a small wave. ]
Hey—it's still kind of weird for me to also call you Akira...
[ He rubs his neck awkwardly as he enters, politely staying in the front the entryway as he peels off his shoes. ]
But Mr. Turner doesn't feel right, either.
I might give you a nickname at this point.
[ It's really a thread... As threatening as someone following him into the living room can be. He takes the nearest seat, tugging as his bangs sheepishly. ]
Yes—water, please. Thank you.
[ Back to being polite in someone else's home. If Akira leaves for a bit, then it gives him an opportunity to scan the place ]
[ It's really a thread... As threatening as someone following him into the living room can be. He takes the nearest seat, tugging as his bangs sheepishly. ]
Yes—water, please. Thank you.
[ Back to being polite in someone else's home. If Akira leaves for a bit, then it gives him an opportunity to scan the place ]
[ ... Well, this sure is a nice living room. Akira's eyes just glaze when a there's no bright blue glow, wondering how he should present himself while the other Akira is gone. Maybe look through his magazines? That's normal—with a quick browse, he chooses the most recent issue of whatever Recolle happenings.
Morrigan sticks his head out of the bag, glimpsing over the magazine as if reading along. Might as well come up with nicknames until a headline catches his attention. ]
What about Kirara? [ ... ] Kiki.
[ Aki would be the easiest choice, but it was also his nickname in childhood. ]
Morrigan sticks his head out of the bag, glimpsing over the magazine as if reading along. Might as well come up with nicknames until a headline catches his attention. ]
What about Kirara? [ ... ] Kiki.
[ Aki would be the easiest choice, but it was also his nickname in childhood. ]
[ Noooo!! He doesn't want to get kicked out, so he hushes up pretty quickly and takes the glass. The little glowing blue fragment doesn't escape him, but he doesn't keep his eyes there. It would look too suspicious.
He focuses on carrying on with the conversation of choice, the "reason" he paid a visit. ]
I'll figure something out. [ Dramatic sigh... Akiras they shall be for now. ] Anyway, I should tell you the bar we need to jump here.
[ God, thinking back on it, why did he do this? ]
So... For our 6-month anniversary, I thought it was a good idea to build him a hut in the forest.
[ ... Yes. ]
He focuses on carrying on with the conversation of choice, the "reason" he paid a visit. ]
I'll figure something out. [ Dramatic sigh... Akiras they shall be for now. ] Anyway, I should tell you the bar we need to jump here.
[ God, thinking back on it, why did he do this? ]
So... For our 6-month anniversary, I thought it was a good idea to build him a hut in the forest.
[ ... Yes. ]
[ What's wrong with admiring butts?? Stop staring at him like that. He shifts a bit in his seat, deflecting any judgment with his glasses. Just bounce right off the lens. ]
I guess? I also added a sunroof to it. [ Uhm. ] I'm not sure how I can beat that unless I get him a frill-necked lizard.
[ Do you see his fake big problem here? ]
I guess? I also added a sunroof to it. [ Uhm. ] I'm not sure how I can beat that unless I get him a frill-necked lizard.
[ Do you see his fake big problem here? ]
[ Then Akira(I) has never asked Goro about his love for lizards yet... If only Akira was making this up because he actually isn't. The amount of times Goro has mentioned his love for 1) reptiles, 2) specifically frill-necked lizards, 3) enough to trump the lovable and so much more superior feline can't be counted with two hands?
Your half-brother is a weirdo. ]
Yeah, I imagine so. [ Stroking his chin, he thinks of his savings. Gone. Nodding, he continues to explain: ] I first went to ask his mother—I thought she would give the best advice, but she told me "as long as you two enjoy the day, I'm sure he'll be happy."
[ Vague, aimless "advice." This is one of the truths to the lie, so take it. ]
Your half-brother is a weirdo. ]
Yeah, I imagine so. [ Stroking his chin, he thinks of his savings. Gone. Nodding, he continues to explain: ] I first went to ask his mother—I thought she would give the best advice, but she told me "as long as you two enjoy the day, I'm sure he'll be happy."
[ Vague, aimless "advice." This is one of the truths to the lie, so take it. ]
[okay.
Okay. With every one of his housemates now looking into this, as well Akira Personally interrogating a victim... Mm. It's a house call to his brother, as much as he. Doesn't really want to. Goro'd called ahead so it isn't a surprise -- standard courtesy, honestly -- though he tucks his chin more into the hoodie he'd stolen from his boyfriend before he rings the doorbell.
Nerves will get him nowhere. It's fine, it's fine. He'll just... speak honestly. Ask what he needs to ask. It's fine. If his other self can tango with Shido, he can tango with his brother. His "busyness" has come to an end.]
Okay. With every one of his housemates now looking into this, as well Akira Personally interrogating a victim... Mm. It's a house call to his brother, as much as he. Doesn't really want to. Goro'd called ahead so it isn't a surprise -- standard courtesy, honestly -- though he tucks his chin more into the hoodie he'd stolen from his boyfriend before he rings the doorbell.
Nerves will get him nowhere. It's fine, it's fine. He'll just... speak honestly. Ask what he needs to ask. It's fine. If his other self can tango with Shido, he can tango with his brother. His "busyness" has come to an end.]
[Goro can't help but smile in return, stepping in to unwind his scarf and wrap it around his arm comfortably. He... knows, he knows, but it's still nice to have this sense of normalcy.]
Coffee, please. I'm afraid I've become far too used to having it over tea at this point. One of the downsides of having a barista boyfriend... Actually, please do make tea, I'll end up comparing and contrasting if I have someone else's.
Coffee, please. I'm afraid I've become far too used to having it over tea at this point. One of the downsides of having a barista boyfriend... Actually, please do make tea, I'll end up comparing and contrasting if I have someone else's.
[He will, albeit a little slower, taking off his shoes to stall a moment.]
Well... I've been busy. Um, I have a calendar coming out this month, but I wouldn't recommend you buy it. And with other things in that area as well -- as a model, this season is always packed full of photoshoots and opportunities for me... It used to give me some trouble to balance it and classes, actually, but I've got more of a hang on it now.
[Goro settles back against the counter once he's joined Akira, playing with his scarf idly. A nervous tic.]
Not even my own boyfriend sees me much, you know? Though that's changed some since I moved in with him and his roommates. Now we just can't get time alone.
Well... I've been busy. Um, I have a calendar coming out this month, but I wouldn't recommend you buy it. And with other things in that area as well -- as a model, this season is always packed full of photoshoots and opportunities for me... It used to give me some trouble to balance it and classes, actually, but I've got more of a hang on it now.
[Goro settles back against the counter once he's joined Akira, playing with his scarf idly. A nervous tic.]
Not even my own boyfriend sees me much, you know? Though that's changed some since I moved in with him and his roommates. Now we just can't get time alone.
Yes, I suppose... mostly to get my mind off of this and that.
[A beat, wrapping his scarf around his hand. Okay. Okay.]
But you've been rather busy yourself, haven't you? ... Dealing with those that would suspect you of various things.
[It's. Not something he wants to talk about, necessarily, nor involve himself past what the months had given him in lingering memories, but. It's important now.]
Tea was only a pretense, truthfully.
[A beat, wrapping his scarf around his hand. Okay. Okay.]
But you've been rather busy yourself, haven't you? ... Dealing with those that would suspect you of various things.
[It's. Not something he wants to talk about, necessarily, nor involve himself past what the months had given him in lingering memories, but. It's important now.]
Tea was only a pretense, truthfully.
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