Floor 1, Room 3

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AKIRA

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[jokey]

[Akira snickers, letting his hand go without a fight. It's cute seeing Kurapika so wrapped up in whatever's caught his attention... and in this instance, it's a pretty nice-looking globe.]

That would go well with the rest of your decor. Want me to buy it for you?

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[ He runs his fingers along the outside too, just for good measure. The quality is nice, and it goes with the light, earthy tones he's already begun to fill his room with.

But at that question, he looks up at Akira. ]

I can afford it on my own.

[ ...

Wait. That's not why Akira is offering to buy it. He's offering to buy it because this is a date. Right. ]

...You can, if you want to.

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This is a date, Kurapika.

[Need he remind him? Akira wiggles his fingers— hand over the globe. He'll thank him once he hands it over and proceed to pay for it at the counter, returning a couple minutes later with the globe carefully wrapped and slid into a bag.]

I won't insist if you find more things you like, but I've got plenty of money and nothing to spend it on. May as well spend it on you.

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Don't spend all of your money on me. I'm capable enough of buying myself things.

[ Yes, he's going to bitch about this, even as he takes the bag from Akira's hands, grasping the handle like it's something precious. ]

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Fine, fine...

[Oh, Kurapika. You have no idea who you're dealing with here.]

I'll be good. Just promise you'll let me treat you now and then, okay?

[He won't be fucking good and treating Kurapika "now and then" means Akira will be spoiling him with gifts on the regular. Still, he'll let Kurapika live his delusion and believe Akira won't burn a hole in his pocket spoiling him.]

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[ Yeah, he doesn't trust Akira to be good at all. At least, not when it comes to this sort of thing. It's why he fixes Akira with a Look... but he says nothing, because he also knows that he can't change Akira's mind either. ]

What sort of things do you like, Akira?

[ He demands an answer. ]

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You sure you want the answer?

[The answer is pretty broad, but it all boils down to one thing:]

Gifts from the heart. I don't care if it's hand-made or store bought so long as it's something a lot of love and thought went into.

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[ God, he was afraid Akira would say that... ]

Of course that's what you like.

[ He sighs, long-suffering. ]

I'm not good at that kind of gift.

[ That doesn't mean he won't try, however. ]

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I had a feeling you'd get all exasperated.

[Akira pats him on the back. There, there.]

Just do what comes naturally to you. You don't need to buy me anything either. Taking me somewhere nice, sharing something you like with me... Those things count too.

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I did say I wanted to take you to the observatory in the West...

[ But does that even count? He isn't so sure. It's something he thought was nice and he wanted to share it with Akira. Ah... he doesn't usually doubt himself, but Akira really does turn his emotions on their head. ]

Do you like looking at the stars?

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[Akira nods, a smile tight on his lips.]

Of course. What kind of romantic would I be if I didn't?

[It's starting to sound like Kurapika is one too... but he'll keep that thought to himself.]

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Aren't you more of a flirt above anything else?

[ No, he sees the romantic underlying a lot of the little things Akira does, and the thought makes his fingers squeeze tighter around the handle of his gift bag. ]

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Hey. That's uncalled for. Are you saying I can't be both?

[So what if he's a flirt? Let him live! Clearly Kurapika doesn't mind this side of him, otherwise he wouldn't be going on dates with him. Akira pinches his side.]

Anyway, see anything else you like?

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[ He swats at Akira's hand. No pinching!! ]

I like a lot of the things here. [ ... ] I've actually come in here a few times for a few pieces of decor for my room.

[ Mostly bookends and such, but he's looked around at everything else too. And looking around is exactly what he's doing, picking up little trinkets and holding them in his hand before setting them down.

But... his eyes do linger on one thing—sun and moon collar pins, clearly meant to match between two people as some sort of set. ]

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Huh. Really?

[Kurapika didn't strike him as the knickknack gathering type, but that just means he won't be particularly difficult to buy gifts for, right? Well, if you overlook his discerning eye, anyway.

Anyway, Akira's eyes follow his gaze to those collar pins. An interesting set, one that would look good on a collar but would stand out a bit too much at home. On Kurapika, they'd look great.]

Why don't you try those on?

[revengier]

They're part of a set.

[ So he'll put the sun on the collar of his jacket, fixing it carefully. Once satisfied, he tugs on Akira's jacket so he can do the same with the moon, fastening it diligently to the collar of his coat. ]

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Ah-

[Tug him all over the place, why don't you? Akira runs his fingers over the pin's raised design, the slightest hint of red coloring his cheeks.]

...Maybe you're a bit of a romantic too.

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Maybe so.

[ A noncommittal answer, but it really is true. Even as a child, he dreamed about meeting the person he would marry, and introducing them to the Kurta Clan...

Anyway. ]

The moon made me think of you.

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[He really lucked out, didn't he? Maybe there's something more to this little crush after all. It's brief, Akira leaning in to steal a quick kiss, and he comes away softly chuckling.]

There's a bright sun burning somewhere deep inside of you. I'll gladly be the moon to your sun.

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[ He laughs too, reaching up to undo the little pin. ]

Hm... I don't think I mind that.

[ In fact, he likes the thought. A lot. ]

Back home, the moon isn't the bad thing that it is here. It's something peaceful, rather than threatening.

[ And curse-giving. He eyes the little moon pin in his hand. This is probably in an antique shop because a lot of people think it's cursed, huh...? ]

A guiding light in the night, almost.

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It's the same back in Japan. We have a moon viewing festival and everything.

[Akira tips his chin up and hums. It's not possible to perfectly recreate the festival so far from home, but...]

...When this is all over, I'd like to take you some time.

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Really?

[ He takes out the sun from his collar and sets them both back down on the table. They're nice, but the logistics of wearing them out in public is iffy here, and... well, he got what he wanted out of them anyway—a way to further express how he feels.

So, he tugs Akira's hand pulling him out of the shop. ]

I'll think about it. You'll have to buy my time.

[ In other words, of course he'll go. ]

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[Oh, don't worry. Akira will come back later on his own time, buy them, and wear them with Kurapika whenever the hell they please. When has he never let societal norms stop him?]

Really? You're not cheap. I'm gonna have to get multiple jobs just to afford you.

[He'll let Kurapika lead the way. The sun's slipping along the horizon, so it's about time to make for the observatory anyway.]

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Unfortunately. Private meetings with me cost a fortune.

[ Not really, but Kurapika always ensures that whoever meets with him books the most expensive restaurant or bar in town, just to inconvenience them.

He leads Akira to the edge of town. ]

Get out your broom and take us to the West. I can guide you to the observatory from there.

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[What is with this guy, ordering him around? Maybe Kurapika isn't the issue here. The real issue is Akira obediently following his orders and summoning his broom beside him, settling on it and motioning for Kurapika to join him.]

You're so bossy. What gives you the right?