Floor 4, Room 4

[revengier]

KURAPIKA

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post-death neepover

[jokey]

[Akira tries, really tries to get to sleep after the omurice incident of 20XX, but shit's not working out so well, fam. That's why, at ass o'clock in the morning, Akira comes knocking on Kurapika's door. Let him IN.]

[revengier]

[ Kurapika is quick to get up and walk over to the door to open it, swinging it open with a bit of a huff. It better not be that fucking roomba knocking against his door again—

Oh. It's Akira. ]

So you really are alive.

[ Neat. ]

[jokey]

[Bro. He almost died and that's how you're going to greet him??? What the fuck, man.]

Don't sound too excited.

[revengier]

It was obvious you weren't actually dead. There would have been a bigger commotion.

[ He huffs, but he does step aside for Akira to come in. Consider it a silent invitation, or a silent request not to speak in the hallway at night. Either or. ]

...I tried some of that sauce, just to see what it was.

[ Need he say more? ]

[jokey]

It wouldn't kill you to pretend like you care, you know.

[But who would Kurapika be if he made more of a fuss than was necessary? Akira waddles his way in, thank you for the invite... but he doesn't get too far before swiveling on his heel to fix Kurapika with a Look.]

You licked it? Are you crazy?

[revengier]

[ He frowns, crossing his arms. It's hard to look intimidating in pajamas, but he's sure as hell trying. ]

Well, my apologies for thinking you were being a bit dramatic.

[jokey]

[Excuse you? He takes offense to that. Let him find the nearest couch or bed and sit down to continue looking offended. You don't intimidate him one bit, sir.]

Why would you think that? [...] Don't answer that. I hope you learned your lesson licking that ketchup.

[revengier]

[ He's got a neatly made bed, loveseat, or a comfy chair to sit on, though the chair has an opened book sitting on its cushion. ]

...

[ He did, but he refuses to admit it. ]

It took a decent amount of healing to finally feel well again. I can only imagine how you felt after consuming so much of it.

[jokey]

[The bed it is. Who the fuck makes their bed at ass o'clock anyway, or has Kurapika not slept yet? Now Akira's rolling on it. Mmm, smells like douchebag. He takes Kurapika's pillow and buries his face in it, kicking his feet gleefully like a schoolgirl.]

Then you should be nicer to me, right? I almost died. You should be shedding tears of joy that I didn't.

[revengier]

[ This is so much worse than Akira putting his sugar into his pocket.

Also, douchebag apparently smells clean, with a bit of the faintest earthiness. His bed has obviously been slept in within the last day, but he certainly hasn't gone to sleep just yet. ]

What do you want me to say? I'm glad you're alive? That much should be obvious, idiot.

[jokey]

Yeah. It wouldn't kill you to pretend like you care about me. Or... could it be that you hate me and want me dead?

[Shock and awe! Rolling onto his back, Akira grabs the pillow and slings it at Kurapika's head.]

[revengier]

[ That pillow smacks him right in the face, and if Akira doesn't think Kurapika isn't going to grab onto it and try and wrench it from his hands, he's got another storm coming. ]

There's something wrong with you.

[jokey]

[You know what? Kurapika can have it. Akira plays tug of war for all of a minute until he promptly lets go and grabs another pillow, beaming Kurapika over the head (11) with that one too. He'll never see it coming.]

Oh yeah? Just one thing wrong? You should start a list.

[revengier]

[ Bitch??? You dare hit him again? It definitely lands (6), and he frowns, shooting a glare at Akira. ]

Go on, tell me what should be on there.

[ Kurapika lunges at Akira, pillow at the ready, but his attempt to hit him in the face with it is a failure (1), and he faceplants onto the bed instead. ]

[jokey]

[Ah. Uno momento. He has to laugh his fucking ass off real quick.]

You're a riot.

[And you know what? They're not done here. Kurapika wanted a fight, so Akira's bringing it to him, jolting up to pin him to the bed (16) and holding him there, pinning his hands behind his back like a cop.]

You're under arrest for boyfailure. How do you plead?

[revengier]

[ Dirty trick. Sure, he told Akira that underhanded methods were good in fights, but he didn't mean now was the time to employ them. Still, it's easy enough to break out of someone's grasp, and all Kurapika has to do is twist juuuust the right way (19) before he breaks free.

Akira, of course, isn't going to be cut any slack. Kurapika knocks him back by shoving onto his shoulders and pins him with a knee pressed to his stomach. ]

Oh, so now you want a fight?

[jokey]

[Damn. See, he was right to decline Kurapika's offer to fight before. Akira tries to fight back but only succeeds in getting pinned down with Kurapika's bony little knee jabbing into his gut (10). Still, he hasn't given up!

For the time being, he's going to go limp and play it cool like he's totally not in the worst position he could possibly be in. He has the winning tool on his side anyway:]

You look good on top.

[revengier]

[ Why do you torment him like this!! Why why why! This is why he can't deal with you floozies...

He tries to keep his cool, but he ultimately fails (4), the tips of his ears turning red and making its way to his cheeks. ]

I'm adding that to the list. Irritating.

[jokey]

[Good, that's the exact response he was hoping for. You're giving him way too much power here, Kurapika... enough that Akira leverages his distraction to shove the side of Kurapika's knee, knocking him off balance (16).]

You look good in red.

[Add that to the list: schmoozer.

Now it's Akira's turn to drop his weight in Kurapika's lap and restrain him, knees bracketing his sides while his hands manacle his wrists. Should've thought twice about challenging Akira to a fight.]

[revengier]

[ Well. There really isn't much he can do about this, because Akira has him well and fully secured, so he can't easily break free (3). Kurapika makes half an attempt, but ah. It doesn't work so well.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have fight in him, however, because he glares right up at Akira, his lips set in a frown. ]

Funny you say that. Most people are terrified to see anything red in relation to me.

[jokey]

[Akira leans down, smirk tight on his lips, but ah... Maybe Kurapika's intimidating. Just a little intimidating, managing to keep Akira from pushing his luck (4) just this once.]

Yeah? Why's that?

[revengier]

Scarlet Eyes, the color of the sugar I produce.

[ He decides not to resist again, figuring it would be a waste of time. But... for just a moment, he briefly looks away, feeling embarrassment creep up again (4) as Akira leans in. ]

Seeing those eyes on someone like me usually means death.

[ Usually. But does he seem like the person who goes around and indiscriminately kills? ]

[jokey]

[...Ah. What is with these red-eyed bitches? Akira's not going anywhere, that momentary feeling of intimidation quickly passing (13). He's staying right where he is, the feathered ends of his bangs tickling the tip of Kurapika's nose.]

Death for who?

[revengier]

[ Akira's close, too too close, but he manages to keep his cool nevertheless (14). ]

For whoever sees them. [ He pauses. ] Or so the rumors say.

[ Because there are certainly rumors, as it comes with the territory of being a mafia boss. Gaining control over the Scarlet Eyes means that it's become a powerful tool to threaten and intimidate, and Kurapika has certainly made use of it. ]

I'm a lot pickier when it comes to who I actually hurt.

[jokey]

[Alas, Akira does not. He doesn't move any closer, no, but he doesn't have the gumption to press his luck and move any closer (9). The idea that doing so could go badly gives him pause. Lucky you, Kurapika.]

Fine enough, as long as you're not on an active suicide mission.

[Just like every other red-eyed bitch he knows.]

Then who do you choose to hurt?