(open) tripping over skeletons along the way

[stealhearted]

Who: akira kurusu & you!
What: eating chocolates, becoming catboys, making bad life decisions.
When: throughout the month
Where: here and there and everywhere and also akechi's house.

Content Warnings: none yet, will update as needed.



[ a; these are just a couple of my cravings ]

[ Akira is standing there holding a piece of chocolate. This is not unusual, but he's just standing there looking at the chocolate with a completely confused look on his face, looking around periodically like he's expecting it to be revealed that he's on a prank show or something.

But nothing is happening. The chocolate sure looks tasty, but he's a little hesitant, so he addresses the nearest person: ]

... hey, wanna split this with me?

[ You know, in case it's cursed, because that makes sense. ]

[ b; but i got cat class and i got cat style ]

[ Have you ever seen a cat? Great! Have you ever seen a man? Even better! Have you ever seen a catman?

Akira hadn't, actually, until he looked in the mirror not long after eating a cursed chocolate (he'd known it was going to bite him in the ass somehow) and had found himself with some distinctly feline characteristics. Two tufted black furry ears, a furry tail, some pointier teeth and nails than he's used to. The works. He's glad Morgana isn't here to see him, but--

Well, it could be worse, right? Which is exactly what he thinks, up until he's walking down one of the streets and then stops dead, pupils dilating as he tracks the descent of a small bug of some kind. His tail lashes. He crouches.

He grabs the bug on the first attempt, and -- Akira don't eat it! ]

[ totally open log, have at! if you'd like to plot a chocolate effect, you can PM this journal or (perhaps more reliably given DW) hit me up on discord@ yukimarimo#2784. i'm happy to throw up personalized starts if anyone needs! ]

Comments

[fabrications]

[ Akechi considers pointing out he's never seen Morgana near a real treasure before. He makes a note to ask later before deciding he doesn't care.

And he especially doesn't care because Akira's reaction is... unusual. Akechi violently shoves away any inconvenient thoughts about how interesting it is to see Akira acting so shy for a change. Instead he turns his attention towards the idea of slinking his way out of this conversation, but...

There's really no point, is there? He lives with Akira and can't avoid him forever. More importantly, he actually finds he... doesn't hate the idea of having this conversation. At least, not more than he hates the idea of putting it off. So he lets out a soft breath that's neither hard enough to be a huff nor long enough to be a sigh. ]

Fine.

[ And then he steps through the door and into the hall. Whatever this conversation is going to include, it's not one he wants to have in his bedroom. ]

[stealhearted]

Cool. [ Akira looks deeply relieved that at least starting the conversation was that easy -- and it's probably for the best that they have it in a place like the kitchen, where Akira won't stare at Akechi's bed and think very teenaged boy thoughts. Pandora's box of the thoughts about his crush that he can't put back in.

So he leads them to the kitchen, because the kitchen reminds him of Leblanc, in part because Akira has, over the course of the past few months, steadily acquired odds and ends that make it look more like Leblanc.

The point is, it's homey and familiar, and also like 85% of his emotional conversations with Akechi happened in Leblanc. ]

... so, can I ask you out on a date? I mean, there's no neat aquarium here...

[fabrications]

[ Akechi makes the trip down the the kitchen placidly, outwardly unworried. And inwardly he's, it turns out, also pretty unworried. They've already very publicly made out while under the influence. It's not like there's much further things could escalate.

So he takes his seat across from Akira and...

... Isn't really surprised when Akira opens up with something approaching a joke. Akechi puffs out a little half laugh again. ]

Well. We could always go down to the sea and watch the newcomers flop around.

[stealhearted]

[ It isn't a no. If anything, it's the invitation of a yes, and that makes Akira perk up. He keeps himself from looking too overly excited, but if he were a dog, he'd be wagging his tail. ]

I was thinking along the lines of eating. [ He has scoped out all the businesses in the area, after all, and while nothing would make the cover of a Tokyo magazine covering the food scene, there's things that are both decent and not likely to injure either of them. ]

Or fighting. [ It isn't like Akira's been vibrating out of his skin or anything. No sir. It's just that everytime something happens, Akira is visibly restless with the fact that horrible things are happening and he's somehow entirely uninvolved and cannot simply thief his way through saving the world.

Offensive, frankly. ]

Playing chess could be involved.

[fabrications]

[ Chess and eating are both interesting enough prospects, but... ]

Fighting?

[ Akechi doesn't sound entirely disbelieving, exactly, but definitely pretty skeptical. ]

I didn't think you were the sort to crave bloodshed.

[stealhearted]

It's not bloodshed, exactly, it's just... [ Akira makes a vague sort of hand gesture that communicates exactly nothing except his inability to communicate a coherent thought. ]

...I mean, after getting so used to fighting in the metaverse, it was hard enough to adjust the first time. Then it came back, and I think that took away any chance I had of not being...

Uhh, dangerously reckless? [ He's quoting Takemi. ]

But now we're here, so it makes sense to get used to fighting by this place's rules! [ It was a slightly circuitous little speech, but he got there in the end. Sometimes he misses having Morgana there to keep every conversation going.

He does not miss Morgana being around whenever he wants to make out, thought. That'd be awkward. ]

[fabrications]

[ Akira's having trouble getting to the point, but Akechi doesn't try to interrupt. He gets what Akira means, in the end, and it gets an amused but not at all sympathetic smile out of him. ]

It's difficult to remember how severe the consequences are in reality, you mean?

[ Akechi had admittedly had a touch of trouble adjusting to that idea himself - but he at least had the advantage of treating each trip into the metaverse like it was a matter of life or death. ]