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It's not often that I understand:

WHO: Shinjiro and Akihiko
WHERE: De Chima House 1!
WHEN: 9/22, late evening
WHAT: Schmoopy birthday bullshit cluttering up your log comm. :V
WARNINGS: ^ see above. Also probably failure and dumbassery, who knows.

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Surprise pet rabbit: take 2.

Sure, it had been months ago since Akihiko had expressed a want for one (more of an offhand statement, really-) and the last time Shinji had tried to do something right for once, the damn thing had gotten eaten before Akihiko even got home. (Granted, that's how Shinjiro ended up with his own pet but-- whatever.) This time they didn't live in Florida, and he didn't have to set it up outside- so definitely no giant snakes going to show up and eat this one.

(Especially since he'd double and triple checked that Soba was shut tightly in her tank, and had that door closed for good measure.)

So as a birthday gift he'd had the day scheduled off work, known that Akihiko would keep to his typical schedule and be out all day- and that let him put the cage together for the rabbit, figure out where to put the water and the box of litter for it, and then meet up with the breeder he'd sought out to hand over the cash and take the young fluffball back and let it chill out and settle- another check of the time, and Shinjiro can deal with one of Yomiel's existential crises, and still plenty of time left to throw dinner together.

So far, nothing was going sour. Sure, there's still plenty of time for him to fuck things up-- but he'll cross those bridges when he gets to them. For now, he'd just turn down the heat on the stove to keep the broth warm, and lean back against the counter. Nothing left to do but wait for things to come together.

And hope that Akihiko didn't fucking forget.

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Definitely no giant snakes- with the exception of Soba of course. But since Shinjiro's taken such precautions, they should be okay for now. But who's to say about later? Perhaps Soba's hunger will drive her to madness. Snake on a rampage. Snakes in an Apartment.

Akihiko is completely oblivious to all this work, and in the business of his unending schedule, forgot his birthday. He's used to Shinjiro preparing dinner though, that's not new- though him contacting him beforehand about times is a little new. And everything else will be too when he makes it back home after a long day.

Thankfully he's not too late. Around ten minutes, but not bad. Lately he's been back much later, near twelve or one even. But he said nine and meant nine, so ache in his shoulders, stiffness in his spine or not- there's the sound of a lock being undone and a door opening.

Steps in and groans a little as he sets down a heavy dufflebag and boxing gloves, moving to roll one of his shoulders as he makes it through the living room to that smell. . .

"Shinji-?" Said as he steps into the kitchen, eyes wide, looking about for the source of the smell with a newly revived vigor. How tired he is kind of melting away at the idea of a good meal to keep him up longer.

"Hey." And Shinji being himself, isn't exactly about to outright say it. No cakes or cookies or whatever (because hey, neither of them are that big on sweets, anyway, it just would have been a hassle.) So sorry, bro, no outright reminders for you at the moment. Instead he'll glance to the entrance of the kitchen, and nod to Akihiko.

"Good, i thought you were gonna skip out on me."

The smirk betrays the fact that he didn't, in fact, think that- and he immediately moves to remove lids from the pots on the stove, tilting them to try and keep the condensation from running and spilling over the counter. reaching for a bowl, he goes ahead and continued talking.

"You make any more progress at your coach-hunting?"

Annnd he hands out the bowl to Akihiko. Enjoy your Gyudon, bro.

"I said when I'd be home. It didn't have as much to do today, just got some exercise in." And when doesn't he get exercise in, honestly. Kid's been bulking up a lot these few months and his damn proud of it. 19 now and not going to slow down any time soon.

Akihiko steps further into the kitchen, stepping up behind Shinjiro as he uncovers the pots and smiles, smelling what rises up.

"Mmm- smells great- you had time enough to make beefbowls today?" All that slow cooking? His hands end up finding the tie in Shinjiro's apron behind his back and fiddles with the strings a bit before loosening them.

"It's done now though, right?- Ah, yeah- somewhat." Said moving to rest his hands on Shinjiro's hips. "All of them are locals but still uneasy with supporting an imPort with super strength under his belt. It's difficult to get anyone to trust I won't cheat." Oh- hello bowl, now giving his hands something to do, and he'll move to take it to the table, setting it down and sitting and not waiting for Shinjiro at all before he starts to dig in.

Oh- wow.

Thank you for this bowl. Thank you birthday he still cannot remember. Let's just hope he doesn't make himself sick eating it this fast. Maybe he'll go for a jog after he digests a little?

While he doesn't outwardly react-- okay, those hands at his waist and hips had been nice. Just enough contact to make him aware of it before it's gone once the food is grabbed. In hindsight, he would have tried to take a bit longer with that- but too late now, whoops.

"Like you even know how long it'd take." It's a dry scoff as he portions out the rest, and absently stacks some of the empty pans in the others over the stove, before leaving them to cool. He sits down, kicking the chair back on two legs, and stirs at the meat and rice for a moment, mixing it a bit more, rather than just eating all the meat first.

"Yeah- there's gotta be a way around that for you." Though personally, he can't exactly think of one. Anything the government could use to nullify their powers would be entirely too valuable to hand over to pro sports- and way too easy to steal, in the hands of natives. "Or even if there were ImPort-only matches." Though he's not sure if very many ImPorts share the passion Akihiko has for boxing.

But it's not like he'll tell the guy to make another plan. Especially this early into it.

Food is distracting and Akihiko's always been a bit easier led through his stomach, so he was quick to take the bowl and hunker down at the table, quick to take that first spoon full and feel is slide hot down his throat. The food is fantastic and at the same time- nostalgic, taking him back home, through his memories like some sentimental slideshow, shuttering around him image by image as his sense of taste and smell are both stimulated.

"I imagine to get it this good? A while. This is great, Shinji." Smiles, speaking with his eyes closed to better focus on the taste lighting up his taste buds.

"I don't want to do imPort only matches, I want this to be a test of my muscle and skill, not of the powers their gate gave me. I just have to keep at it and gain the trust I want, show them what I can do and prove I'm not using some extra edge." Finally opening his eyes, only to see Shinjiro sitting near and starting at his own bowl. The image of it's- nice. Lacking in the dim atmosphere of a restaurant similar to the one they usually went to back home- but nice. Shinjiro's terrible posture as he sits is always worrisome, but it's him, leaning over his bowl as he stirs it in the same way he's always down, a slower eater than Akihiko ever was. He laughs a little under his breath, subtle, before taking another bite and moving his glance from his partner.

"Thanks for this. Really, like I said, it's great."

He shrugs at the compliment- Still not quite having the hang of how to deal with receiving them, so as ever, he lets them brush off. It's not that he isn't appreciative, sure-- it's just kind of weird and embarrassing to be told how good something is. Gets past responding by working his chopsticks into his food and shoving it into his mouth while Akihiko continues.

Shinjiro still doesn't know how Akihiko can 'prove' that he isn't using any of the enhanced strength he'd gained from coming here- or if he'd even know if he was. Maybe the guy was just more physically self-aware than Shinjiro ever had been, but-- when his own strength had been bolstered by his Persona, it had just felt... normal.

Hell, it was more of a surprise when he'd had to fight in that weird Arena thing and had to realize he couldn't wrench up a street sign and bear it one-handed anymore. But as always, they're thoughts and concerns that he toys with and sets back down, opting not to drag or dredge it up for now. He doesn't have any solutions, or know if it's even the case... so maybe there is a way for him to prove it.

"Glad you like it," Oh, hey, he finally gets around to actually acknowledging the compliment the second time around, before going back to the conversation about his boxing. "So other than them beating you, how do they know you ain't got an advantage?" It's just a curious question as he catches anther pick of rice and beef, glancing up through those entirely-too-shaggy bangs.

Mouth still full, he adds on: "'Cause I know you damn well ain't gonna just let someone win or something just to get a shot."

Well hopefully with how happily Akihiko eats, Shinjiro will feel a little more fulfilled by that than a compliment. Akihiko just- enjoys eating so much. It's good he's so active otherwise he'd put on fat weight a lot faster than muscle mass. Loud slurping like anyone who's used to noodles and soups eats, and eats with this kind of long pondering expression whenever the food's in his mouth. Follows it with this eager need to have it again, taking in another bite of meat, a spoonful of broth with this pace that's fast and yet focused at the same time, savoring every moment of the meal. He's quiet like that for a while as he eats, enjoying the food and the company without needing to let a word out. It's good enough to get his mind off the frustration he has at this whole boxing business, despite it being the current topic of conversation.

"Hm-" A pause, setting down his chopsticks infavor of the spoon and swirls it in the broth a little as he thinks.

"That's the problem, I can't really prove it. There's nothing to rate if I'm tapping into the strength given to me by the gate or not." As in, he'll probably never get to really compete, but he's avoiding that direct thought for now.

"Yeah, I don't plan to, but I'd rather draw or lose than use something someone else gave me to win. This is about me and my strength and if I need to prove myself I will." His tone starting to get a little sharper.

Well, yes- it's always nice to see Akihiko shut and enjoy himself for once, instead of just constant serious dedication and intensity directed at training and growing stronger and trying to better himself. (Not that he dislikes that- but sheesh bro lighten up sometimes.) And hey, it lets him know that his efforts weren't going to waste. So Shinjiro's pretty content to watch for a bit, let Akihiko figure out exactly what he's going to say or do in regards to the pro-boxing attempt.

"...That sucks." A sympathetic shrug, and he pulls his own bowl closer to his chest, tilting it to drink some of the broth straight from the bowl like he was raised in a fucking barn. Teenagers, yeesh. "But hey, people are willing to go toe to toe with you. That's gotta say a lot, yeah?"

Better than if they all stepped back just because the new guy's an imPort. Another few seconds of silence, starting to pick up momentum with his own dinner, before it gets cold- and he finally adds. "-By the way, been meaning to get something for you for a bit now. Finally picked it up today."

"Gets me somewhere at least." Watching his bowl, as if speaking to it as he eats. Eating with Shinjiro's so commonplace by now, they did it a lot at home before- everything, and they do it a lot now. The topics are still even similar, Shinjiro having a habit of letting Akihiko speak the most, wanting to listen to what was going on his life, instead of letting Akihiko know about himself. Though- unlike then, Akihiko's been trying to get better with that...

Glances up.

"Oh yeah? Guess I'll see it when we're done- what else you manage to get done today, did you have off?" Yes, ask about Shinjiro's day, don't let him avoid those subjects like he always fucking did. Treated his own life like the plague he never wanted Akihiko or anyone to catch. Though- something for him?

Like... like what?

A nod and a shrug. Hey, at least he hadn't cut classes, alright? At least Shinjiro's smart enough to know that cutting one thing that Akihiko is really adamant on him doing in favor of something else for him is... kind of defeating the point. "Yeah, I did. Been off since early afternoon."

He's still not used to actually... sharing things about himself and his life. Still doesn't quite know how to bring up the ghost potentially still hiding out in one of the wall outlets. (Or the snake. or even the rabbit by now, though he'd announced to the empty-as-hell room that any potential ghost-dicks needed to fucking relocate for at least one day.) Probably wouldn't bring up how sick he is already of classes, still being defeated by the concept of logarithms and old English plays about crossdressers.

So he'll stick to the easy questions and easy answers: Yes, he had today off.

"You'd been talking 'bout a pet before- and seemed all excited when you thought there was a rabbit under the tent back at that camp. So I'd been talking to a breeder in De Chima." Said as though it's the most casual thing in the fucking world, in between mouthfuls of dinner. Surprise, there is a tiny rodent upstairs with your metaphorical name on it.

"I figure as long as Soba's kept in check, there ain't a problem in having him in our room."

Long suffering. Shinjiro's schtick. Akihiko doesn't really know to ask him about anything, about hating his classes, about the intricacies in his day. Honestly, how much Shinjiro speaks to him about it is more than he had for so long, so he's making a compromise. If he had a hint of Shinjiro's problems he might realize to ask, but if Shinjiro doesn't say anything about it, he doesn't want to talk about it, right? Not his place to push if it's not about him. He'll sure as hell push at other things though.

He-

Was excited it was a rabbit. Was he that transparent that Shinjiro realized that's where his enthusiasm came from? He wasn't- that dismayed when it turned out to be a badger that nearly bit off his face but any begative response could of just been given to-

well, almost getting his face bit off.

Akihiko's brows furrow and he slows down on the bowl for now, looking at him.

"A breeder-?" Wait like- "A-a bunny breeder?" Like you got him a bunny?

He nods simply. Making any sort of grandiose show had never really been his thing, always instead just downplaying it and stating things as fact. So he takes a second to shovel some more of his dinner into his mouth (damn, he'd been hungry all day-) before finally responding.

"Well, yeah. What other kind?" He rolls a shoulder. "The guy said he'll get bigger, 'cause apparently he's still pretty young. Apparently good with people and housetrained." Which Shinjiro had been dubious about, because-- it's a fucking rabbit, how smart can it be. But apparently just a small box of wood-shavings in its pen would be good enough. So they'd see. The breeder'd been more than happy to give him plenty of information avenues and the like, which he'd just as likely pawn off to Akihiko.

A little awkwardly, Shinjiro shrugs. "So... yeah. Happy birthday, man."

He pauses at those last words. They hit him and he feels- pretty stupid. Brows furrowing, eyes closing. he slumps back in his chair slightly and roughs a hand up in his hair.

"Ah- right. I think I was just so caught up in everything I didn't even realize..." Thoughtful before he sits up and stands from his food, moving around the table to Shinjiro and giving him a smile as he leans down.

"Thought about all of this, it's why you wanted to make sure I'd be home early, right?" Laughing under his breath, Akihiko slides a hand up into Shinjiro's hair at the back of his neck and rubs into it, headbutting him lightly. "Thanks." Still getting used to all the effort Shinjiro's been putting into everything lately. Thanks for this, today, for everything... For really trying because he can really see it. Appreciates all of it- after what happened. It's nice to see Shinjiro plan for something other than...

Yeah.

His lips curl slightly at that- The fact that Akihiko had been so busy, pushing himself so hard, to the point of even missing the date and what it was for him. He'd known that Akihiko had a lot going on, that he was entirely too studious and serious for his own good at times... but he hadn't expected him to forget his own birthday.

"Or at least at a reasonable time," he notes, tilting his head into those fingers, letting the nails and tips drag against his scalp and through his thick mess of hair. The short sensation is enough to make his shoulders shift slight in a shiver, that tickle worming down the ridge of his spine. Eyes closed, he sets down his own dinner and moves his plams to rest at Akihiko's waist, curling in the fabric of his shirt.

"...No worries. You're gonna have to name the thing, though, he didn't come with one." And-- he should probably show the guy his new pet, huh. But that requires getting up and breaking this contact, and Shinjiro is entirely too selfish to give it up just yet, foreheads touching lightly and his bangs an itchy tangle between them.

His birthday's never really been a big thing to him. When it came to other people- sure, he could busy himself enough to forget, but with other people it actually meant something. For himself? Just another day really. He didn't do anything to deserve a celebration. What was the point in celebrating himself when he had nothing to really be proud of for himself on that day?

Scratches a little harder once Shinjiro leans into the feeling, smiling a bit more at the feeling and sight of it before he pulls his hand back. Ends up putting either ontop of the hands on his own waist, weaving his fingers a bit as he looks down at the other boy.

"He young then? I'll have to take a look at him before I'm sure." You sure should. But the contact is- nice. Always is. Having Shinjiro grip, cling, warm, close- all reminders that he's still there, still kicking. Not something Akihiko takes lightly anymore...

"Bet he's cute." Because Shinjiro's cute. That's what he means. He's not very good at this but he's smirking now like he is.

Unfortunately, the connotation goes over his head (After all-- cute? never a word he'd use to describe himself, even if a lot of his awkward, clumsy trying could be seen as such-) and he shrugs.

"I mean, he's got nothing on Soba, but I might have weird tastes." that and he knows the huge snake by now, is used to her lazy personality and habit of nosing into shirts and the like now that the weather had started to cool off. The rabbit will probably be cute once he figures out its personality more than 'fluffy thing'.

Another shrug, and he takes a moment to grip into the fabric of Akihiko's shirt a bit firmer for a brief moment, before letting go and pulling back. He lets his chair thump back onto all four of its legs and moves to stand, grabbing his abandoned bowl of dinner as he does so.

"So, go up and check it out. I dunno the guy's return policy, after all." Despite the constant, dry tone, there's a faintly joking edge to his voice, mostly in how the corners of his lips curl while he reaches over for Akihiko's bowl as well. Even now he can't bring himself to just leave it laying out- at least he'll stick it in the sink, hell.

"What- really?" A laugh, giving Shinjiro a strange, squinted look. Not really getting the sarcasm just thinking it strange to believe a snake would ever be cuter than a rabbit. He'll give Soba one thing though- she's really cool. But comparing cuteness to a rabbit? No way. Aside from how biased Akihiko is towards rabbits anyway. Thinking about them- and heck, whenever he sees this one? He'll think of her. Shinjiro had to know that. But the fact that Shinjiro still got the rabbit despite knowing it'd remind Akihiko of his past sister also reinforces that Shinjiro knows him well.

Remembering Miki- yeah... it's painful. Will always be in a way. But it makes him happy to remember her more than any other emotion. Sad but nothing compared to remember their time together- all three of them.

"Yeah, all right. See you up there." Stepping back as Shinjiro gets up and moves to get the bowls. Akihiko assumes he'll be followed up after he's done down here. So without further time wasted away from whatever waits for him, he'll head that way. Not ready for the complete heart sink it will be to see, pick up, and hold that tiny little thing. Shinjiro will walk into the room to see Akihiko just- transfixed on it. Holding it right up against his chest and rubbing a finger between it's tucked back ears.

Oh god it-

should be be so swayed by an animal like this? It's so small and fragile and needs him...

He doesn't linger long- just stays down long enough to at least neaten things in the kitchen, make sure it's not inaccessible if any of their housemates happen to show up and want to make dinner. But it's long enough that by the time he's back upstairs, Akihiko's already gotten the rabbit up in his arms, its little nose working back and forth with each breath and sniff and snuffle.

And... he can't help the faint, awkward smirk that plies at either side of his lips, watching his friend hold the tiny fluffball. Sleek white fur, a black patch over an eye, ears almost ridiculous looking due to the way its still growing into itself. Shinjiro lets the door close behind him and folds his arms over his chest, eyebrows raising up curiously.

"...So, keeping him?"

Like he'd even considered that Akihiko wouldn't. After all, it has a whole little pen set up in the room, and some of the smaller bits of furniture had been moved about to make it more accessible. (Hell, he'd even taped up most power cords, knowing that if it gets out it might have a habit of chewing.) Clearly, the idea that Akihiko might not want it hadn't even crossed his mind. (After all, why wouldn't he want it? The thing's cute as hell.)

"I think he'll take more work than the snake does, so you better not slack off." A playful fist to Akihiko's shoulder, before he reaches in to lightly roll a fingertip over the rabbits ear. Damn, is it ever soft.

"Yeah." Said thoughtfully, keeping his attention down on the small thing even as the rabbit perks it's head up at the sound of the door. It's- really cute. And taking care of a rabbit should be simple enough? Besides, he'd- have the time for a thing like this here. Back home he's not sure it'd be a good idea to get something else to look over... Not with everything going on.

"You really were prepared." A smirk of his own, looking to the pen now, and then to Shinjiro. Yeah, the guy had to know he'd keep it. Though he's not sure what made Shinjiro sure enough to already set every little thing up. He's glad he did...

"Guess I need to feed him more often- but that reminds me. Soba would probably eat him so I guess her coming in here is out now." a rabbit this size after all. Too bad it's not a bigger pet, hey? "He's not gonna get much bigger than this right? She's swallow him whole."

He shrugs. "I figure it shouldn't be too hard to keep 'em apart. I usually like to keep her where I can see her when she's out, anyway." because as fine as he was with a three or four meter python slithering about the house however it felt, he's fairly sure that the rest of the housemates may not agree. They'd just have to keep track of where each one was- and that wouldn't be too hard. If the snake's hanging out downstairs while Shinjiro was kicking around on the X-Box, then the rabbit could stay put up, and vice-versa.

Though he does shrug at the last question. Sure, the breeder had invited him back to see the lineage, but... it's a rabbit, how different could they all be. "I dunno. They usually get-- what, 'bout half the size of a cat or something?"

He's pretty sure, at least. They were just little rodents, like a guinea pig or something, right? "Easy enough to keep track of, though. Even if either of them escape, they can't really get through the doors."

"Yeah, bet it's still easy to lose track of her even with how big she's gotten." Big as in, could kill either of them but for some reason they're not worried about that at all. Why would they be with the powers they had, right? Super strength alone would come in handy with Soba were her to get a little frisky.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." So around 5 pounds maybe? All right.

"Heheh- probably not." Raising the rabbit up to hold him in his hands, looking him in the eyes. The black circle and black eye is actually pretty cute- like- a boxer's black eye. Smiling wide.

"Guess I should name you- guy?" Glances to Shinjiro. Boy rabbit?

The rabbit's a reasonable size, the snake has a habit of tucking herself in dresser drawers and around whatever's in the sun at the time-- but again, it can't be too hard to keep them apart. They have two room, her enclosure locks, he just needs to pay attention to her when she's out as usual. No issue.

He does nod at the question, though, moving to half-sit on the edge of the bed. His palms move to the edge of the mattress comfortably, leaning back as he watches Akihiko look over his new pet.

"Yeah, it's a guy. You probably got some time to figure it out, though." Hell, if it was up to Shinjiro, the little fuzzball would probably already be named after some kind of food- so really, it's best that the other man gets to name his own pet. "Gonna be honest: I ain't got a clue how smart rabbits are, or if they know their names or whatever." An idle hand wave, and he glances over.

"So, uh-" And-- a halt. It's small enough not to stand out too much, but still contrasts against his easy, casual conversation only moments before. He's not sure if he should be doing something more... like before, with the casual touching downstairs. Because Akihiko's preoccupied with the rabbit in his arms, and he's already slouched lazily, half-leaning back against the bed and watching him. His eyes dip down for a second, from that gray hair past the rabbit, to the carpet between them- and then he starts again.

"You're-- in for good tonight, yeah?" Wow what a fucking dumb question- of course he was. The self-criticism there grimaces at the edges of his expression for a moment, but he continues despite it. (If only he weren't so self-conscious and awkward with anything... romantic-y.) "What I mean's-- did you have anything else to do tonight, or were you gonna stay in here?"

For as direct as Shinjiro typically is, it's an extraordinarily roundabout way of saying 'hey you should totally come to bed with me.'

"Yeah, I'll think of something- heh- I already got a few ideas." Smiling at the little thing in his hands. The rabbit lifting it's snout up a little to sniff at the air between he and Akihiko's face, nose unending in it's movement. "No idea if he'll remember, but we'll see. I bet he gets to know voices at least, right?" Said thoughtfully as he glances over to Shinjiro, pausing at what's asked.

"Ah- yeah? Guess I can't really leave now. What kind of guy would I be to just abandon you after all this," he says with a smile, lowering the rabbit to his lap. No jab at Shinjiro for it being a stupid question. He's not really the type to poke fun in a situation like this.

Give the guy credit though, Akihiko's at least knowing something's up right now. Shinjiro's acting weird. He's not normally the type to talk at all, let alone repeat himself like that. A brow lifts, staring at him for a moment before he replies again.

"Yeah- you all right?"

A nod. "Fine."

Just- awkward and hell. Though he does reach a hand over to stroke the rabbit's head and buy himself a second, leaning in a bit closer. "...And yeah, he'll know voices and smells, I'm pretty sure. And critters'll always care most 'bout whoever feed 'em."

Rather than pull back, though, he just... shifts his hand to the small of Akihiko's back, lips brushing other the other man's jawline. Fuck it, he might as well just go for it.

Besides, it's not like Akihiko expects pure grace or anything from him... or would even know any difference.

"Was just hoping we could stay up and fuck around for a bit." Direct and ambiguous all at once. Close enough.

He had had a response considering the rabbit but that dissolves to nothing in a moment. What were they- are they doing now? His brows raise, glancing over to him, a flush starting to find itself on his face.

Ah- ha- oh- right. Makes, uh, makes sense.

"Right-" Said and he smiles, a sort of nervous smile, moving to shift away and off the bed, holding the rabbit to his stomach. Akihiko will take a breath and step to the cage, kneel, and put the little thing inside- after figuring out how the barred door works.

"Like hell I'd let you lead then-" A wider smile, standing as he moves to peel off his vest and sit back down. Face still red and sure- the both of them are stumbling fumbling and awkward a lot, but shy doesn't exactly cut it for Akihiko. Inexperienced? Yeah, if shyness comes from anywhere it's there, but he's quick to return the gesture, kissing at Shinjiro's jaw.

"Said it before- but sometimes you- just manage to be heh- really cute." Keeping that confident smirk- by now, it's hard not to look at Shinjiro and feel something connecting them. Hell, it was always that from the start, even right down to their personas being linked. Whether it went this route or not- whether Shinjiro had died or not- they would've been together for the long haul.

But the bastard keeps thinking he can run off ahead and lead. No way.

Edited 2014-10-25 21:10 (UTC)

Yeah, figuring out the nuances is still a bit awkward. Trying to take charge and lead things, getting shot (or rather, shoved) down each attempt- and figuring out how it all works in their weird evolving relationship. His brows go up at the direct challenge to it, though, lips quirking up at the edges.

"Yeah, and you got a dumb idea've 'cute'." It's said with a huff and a light shove to the shoulder, despite the fact that Akihiko's idea of cute is likely better than his own. (Shinjiro's the one who thinks the wild-caught, massive, rodent-decimating python is cuter than a baby rabbit, after all.) But he's learned to take the odd compliment in stride, little more than a faint pink blush heating up his cheekbones.

Cute... like something you'd call a damn girl or whatever. But as always, Akihiko is the exception to all his rules, and just as inept at all this as himself. So the comment rolls off his back as he turns and moves a hand to his friend's upper arm, the grip tighter this time as he repeats the gesture of going in for his throat.

Despite what Akihiko said, it wouldn't stop him from trying.

He's tempted to issue a challenge- scoff that Akihiko wouldn't even know what he was doing, or something similar. But that would make it harder to actually reach his goals, especially having to contend with and work about the other man's super-strength. So instead he'll just tug that shirt up from where it's tucked into Akihiko's trousers, slide a hand under and against his abs, and go from there.

Gotta make a try for it sometime, at least.

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>USES GAY ICON ICLY, HELL YEAH??

For the first and last time ever folks.

he tried, bronze star for effort