Floor 1, Room 3

[jokey]

AKIRA

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[jokey]

[Nervous? Good. He loves throwing the old man off his game. Akira grins, swiveling on his heel, and striding towards the exit. The manacles binding Solomon's wrists and ankles together still remain, but the metal's begun to rapidly deteriorate and rust, crumbling away to nothing.]

Eh, nothing like that. I couldn't tell you the particulars, but I think the Personas are just used to the abuse.

[It's a hard knock life. At least Akira treats them well enough after splicing them together and turning them into cards to feed other Personas.]

But that was weird. I don't remember Asmodeus looking so... [how does he put this politely] ...fashionable? Was that someone you know?

[impacter]

Ah. Here I would think something so close to a demon would have more pride than that.

[The more you know!

As the metal of his wrists deteriorates, he swings one of his arms up to loosely hook against Akira's neck, if only to redistribute his weight a little more under his control. Hope you like grandpa being a bossy bottom.]

That was Asmodeus as I know him, yes. He's always preferred a form to embrace his beauty and vanity.

It certainly leaves an impression, doesn't it?

[jokey]

[He likes all his bottoms bossy. Solomon truly is the gift that keeps on giving.]

That's putting it lightly. Should I be worried about him?

[Said casually because obviously Asmodeus had his eyes on Solomon (and whatever else,) long before Akira came along. With Solomon secure in his arms, Akira kicks open the door to reveal a vast world of black and red, towering skyscrapers jutting out of the ground at odd angles. With a hook in one hand, Akira steadies his aim and latches onto one nearby building and swings into the night sky.]

In any case, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you don't belong in here. I'll have to dispose of you.

[impacter]

Only if he finds you.

[As in, Akira should be far more worried about what Asmo will do to him if he ever loops back around this way. The amount of energy it might take to revive him, the money and makeup lost, the audacity to ruin perfection or think he could be contained and treated like cattle.... not to mention if his older brothers found out.

Anyway the door gives out to Akira's Mighty Dropkick and oh my god it's just like hit action movie arachnid boy

While Solomon can't say he's ever travelled like this before, it's not his first time so high off the ground. So he keeps his grip tight against the younger wizard, trusting in the confidence he so clearly radiates in this foreign space.]

Here I thought you were wanting to steal my heart, Akira. Is this not the way you wished to do it after all?

Maybe I should consider that a threat.

[jokey]

Perhaps you should.

[When next Solomon looks up into arachnid boy's eyes, he'll see they've shifted to a luminous gold. His grip on Solomon tightens. His voice shifts, both higher and lower, doubling up on itself.]

But I wonder...? Will you be able to save yourself in time? I've yet to meet a treasure I haven't wanted to steal.

[Akira moves closer, closer, inclining his head until Solomon's vision is full of nothing but his golden stare, eyes deep like oceans, roiling like high tide. They bore into him, everything around him falling dark, impossibly dark, until even those eyes disappear and Solomon is left with nothing but the feeling of an unshakeable vice locking around his heart. Akira's disembodied voice is a phantom riding the winds as Solomon falls freely into the void.]

You're mine, sorcerer. Your heart is forfeit.

[The dream ends. Reality, little by little, seeps back in.]

[impacter]

[The space morphs, nonsensical, unending, and the space of his heart is gripped so hard within the confines of his chest, through the deep spiraling beyond his soul, that he feels he might not be able to breathe. The echoing threat, the afterimages of gold burned into his eyes as the void descends, familiar and cold like the throat of some great monster.

He sputters awake with a gasping cough and color across his face, a fist tightened into his shirt. The grip is gone as fast as it came, and all he's left with is that sensation of dangerous power, of something that pursues him with the same ferocity he pursues the demonic.

His head spins and aches, and his face feels too hot. So he resigns to quietly drawing his legs up, leaning his forehead against his knees, until reality comes back to him.]

[jokey]

[—Akira jerks up from his office chair, swiveling around to see Solomon coughing and sputtering on the ground. He's awake now, clearly... and what a state he's in.

Akira jumps up, pitcher in one hand and glass in the other, pouring Solomon some water on the way over.]

I was wondering if you'd ever wake up. How are you...?

[...doing? Akira falls silent, setting the glass of water and pitcher down on the coffee table. His hand finds Solomon's shoulder.]

Everything alright?

[impacter]

[He starts a bit at Akira's voice, his shoulders tensing under the touch. But it settles with an exhale and a groan of misery, even as he weakly gives a thumbs-up that morphs into a very messy pat against the teen's arm.]

Never better. [Hoarse, groggy. Even without the buzz of alcohol or an intensely specific dream banging around in his head, he's already hardly a morning person. So his head just tucks tighter against his knees with a tired, grumpy mumbling.] Mm, just... Just give me a minute, please...

[jokey]

Geez... I brought you water, you know.

[Akira taps the coffee table. Water! Fresh water! Akira assumes the issue here is a raging hangover, and one of the best cures for that is hydration.]

If you feel that bad, go lie down in bed. I'll wake you up in an hour.

[impacter]

[The tapping works as the older man glances up towards the noise, a shock of color across his face.]

Mmm... yeah, so you did. [Right. Right, hangover. He tentatively reaches out to grasp the glass and bring it up to his lips.]

Not sure I'd want to go back to sleep just yet. But thank you.

[jokey]

[About time Solomon paid attention to him—

...Ah, wait. He's blushing? Why is he blushing?? The unexpected shock brings a little color to Akira's cheeks and he's swiveling on his heel to busy himself with something, anything, so his shock isn't immediately obvious. First thing in the morning is the perfect time to dust the dustless coffee table..........]

Uh, well, you're welcome. Do whatever you want, then.

[...He nearly knocks over the pitcher, but it's fine. If it fell over, it would be Solomon's fault for embarrassing him anyway.]

[impacter]

[Hm? An odd time for Akira to be showing some nerves... but it's easier to focus on that than his raging headache and intense desire to go back to bed, so he grasps for it with little thought otherwise, his laugh rough but still the same light ringing of bells that it had been the night before.]

My, you're a little tense.

Are you sure you don't need the water more than I do?

[jokey]

[Shit, he totally noticed. Akira drops his dustless dust rag on Solomon's face and promptly rises to put some distance between them. Something is wrong with him. Something is wrong with them both.]

No, no, I'm fine. A shower'll help, but I have company. A good host wouldn't abandon his guest, right?

[impacter]

Hah... here I thought we were just hanging out.

There, there. No need to be so formal, goshujinsama.

[Is he absolutely calling him that to embarrass him further? Yeah. He'll just nurse his water against his hands, carefully lowering his hunched position to sit cross-legged instead. He's visibly groggy on top of everything else - unfortunately, he's not a morning person.]

It's a shame we didn't save the coffee for now, rather than last night. It really was very good.

[jokey]

[Hey now, where did Solomon learn a word like that? It's a good thing Akira didn't have his mouth full or he would've spat the contents out all over the floor. Wandering back over, he swats Solomon over the head with a bundle of papers.]

No, no, you're doing it wrong. If you want me to make you more coffee, you say goshujinsama, onegaidesu~!

[impacter]

[Pfft.

He slides his cup onto the table, pushing up to his feet with a very careful combing of his fingers through his hair, before giving a fake curtsy, face still flushed.]

Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama~

Coffee ni suru?
Gohan ni suru?
Soretomo...

Wa...ta... shi...♡♡?

[Did he just do a meme? Yeah maybe.

Time to blow Akira a kiss.]

[jokey]

[HELLO??? What gave this man the right? Akira stills like a deer in the headlights before ultimately ducking for cover behind the couch. This can't be real... Someone get this man a maid dress asap..................

A pathetic warbling from behind the couch,]

Don't tempt me.

[He's done. Cooked. This man is going to be the death of him.]

[impacter]

[He chuckles, clearly amused, before setting himself back down on the opposite side of the couch and returning to his glass of water.]

I wouldn't have as many pacts as I do if I didn't know a thing or two about that.

Maybe you should think very carefully before playing with fire.

[jokey]

So you're calling yourself a slut?

[Because that's what it sounds like. Multiple pacts, eh... What's the difference between that and a dozen girlfriends at once?

Akira's staying where he is for now, btw. He'll rejoin Solomon when his heart isn't threatening to give out on him.]

No fair. You've had a billion years to practice.

[impacter]

Hardly.

[That's Asmo's job.]

A demon thrives on temptation. Though something from the Devildom may try to entice a human, with the proper knowledge and safety, a human may just as easily bewitch them in return.

[jokey]

[Akira peeks up from behind the couch and squints at Solomon.]

Sounds like a yes to me. I should take lessons from you.

[impacter]

You have enough at your disposal as it is, Akira. The demons I work with are not Personas, nor are they meant to be, and I would rather keep them that way.

[Carefully reaching for the pitcher to pour himself a refill...]

I've never had a partner, either, so if you are asking for relationship advice, you might want to seek someone else for flirtation.

[jokey]

Seriously? You haven't?

[Given how Solomon is, Akira sounds mildly surprised at best. Still, he wiggles closer to whisper in his ear...]

...Does that mean you're a virgin...?

[impacter]

No.

[Ballsy move, kid. If he wasn't expecting that sort of question from Akira already, he might be a little more embarrassed to answer, but it's better to just snuff that train of thought out immediately.]

I've simply never had someone close to me.

[jokey]

[Well damn. He doesn't know whether to feel sorry for Solomon or not, but he's clearly chosen this life. Akira leans back and hums.]

Sounds lonely. Then again, I'm sure you're used to it. [...] No offense.