Floor 1, Room 3

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AKIRA

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[revengier]

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.

[jokey]

[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?

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[ Unlike that very first time, he has no qualms about wrapping his arms around Akira's middle and pressing up against his back, chin settling on his shoulder. ]

You obeyed anyway. Do you like being bossed around?

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[That's more like it. Akira can feel the difference when Kurapika no longer tenses against him, and though he can't see Akira's smile, he can surely hear it. Anyway, off they go! Westbound!]

I didn't say that.

[But he didn't not say that, so...]

Who knows? Maybe I'm only letting you get away with it because you're cute.

[revengier]

[ Akira is comfortable, and now that there’s an acknowledgment between them, it’s not so terrifying to hold him like this. It stirs up anticipation instead, a kind of giddy nervousness that scares him just a little.

But, hm. Akira didn’t say that, sure, but he didn’t deny it either. ]

I don’t think someone that always carries a gun on them qualifies as “cute”.

[ Thankfully broom travel is quick, because the sun is nearly past the horizon completely by now. Kurapika points north. ]

It should be that way. You’ll know it when you see it.

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[Akira snorts, lifting a hand from his broom to squeeze Kurapika's hand.]

What's that got to do with anything? If you ask me, the gun makes you even cuter.

[Do not even try to comprehend the inner machinations of his mind, Kurapika. On Kurapika's mark, Akira veers north.]

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I think you have weird taste above anything else.

[ He's been called cute by plenty of people in his life, but realistically? Kurapika thinks his entire personality counteracts whatever impression his looks give off.

It's not long before the observatory shows itself, a lone building sitting atop a cliff and nestled against the sky, no artificial light around to disrupt the beauty of the stars.

Kurapika tilts his head on Akira's shoulder. ]

That's it.

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[The sun's begun to set such that the stars, barely visible in the orange sky, vaguely twinkle. Akira dismisses his broom and takes Kurapika's hand like it's second nature while they walk the rest of the way to the observatory.]

You really shouldn't call yourself weird, Kurapika. I got pretty lucky bagging a baddie like you.

[does kurapika even know that that means]

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[ Akira's hand is warm and solid in his and the breeze that filters over the cliffside is chilly enough that he inadvertently tugs Akira's hand to bring him closer.

There are a few nice spots they could lay in the grass and look up at the sky, but the roof itself is flat enough in a few spots that they could easily lay up there too. ]

Bagging a baddie...?

[ Kurapika frowns, not sure how he feels about that. What the hell does that even mean? ]

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[Oh, no need to tug! He's sidling up nice and close and Eskimo kissing Kurapika's nose before his lips come in to seal the deal. He opens the door to the observatory and steps inside.]

Mhmm. You're a real bad bitch.

[Kurapika probably won't understand that that's a compliment, but Akira's never been one to shy away from pissing the guy off. Explanation forthcoming, don't worry.]

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[ Kissing him and then calling him a bitch? What the hell, Akira? He's just trying to piss him off at this point, so Kurapika gives him what he wants and lets go of his hand. ]

Then you won't mind if I go to the other side of the observatory, then.

[ Hmph!!

The observatory isn't particularly large, though, but it's stuffed full of academic journals and tomes, a scent permeating the air that only really ever belongs to old libraries. It's comforting and slightly sneeze-inducing. And of course, there's a telescope too, which is the central feature of this eerily empty observatory.

Kurapika, hwoever, immediately busies himself with an academic journal. ]

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[That's what he figured. Akira lets go of his hand without a fuss, but he trots along beside Kurapika regardless. The academic journal gets a glance, sure, but Akira's eyes remain on his little blond prize.]

"Bad bitch" is a compliment where I'm from. Bad means good, and anyone with a sassy attitude is a bitch, but in a good way. That makes you the baddest of the bitches.

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[ Kurapika nonchalantly flips to the next page, pretending to stay focused on this journal even though he can feel Akira's eyes boring holes through him. ]

So you're saying I have attitude problems.

[ That's what he's hearing. ]

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[Akira leans in and blows of puff of air into Kurapika's ear.]

That's exactly what I'm saying.

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[ That makes him jump and nearly drop the journal in his hands. ]

What is your problem?

[ And what is Kurapika's for liking this kind of behavior? It pisses him off! Which is why he rolls the journal up into a tube and baps Akira on the shoulder with it. ]

[jokey]

Owwie. Be nice.

[Bapping him like he's some kind of disobedient dog?

...

......

He kind of is, actually. Fair play. Grinning, he takes Kurapika by the hand and yanks him towards the observatory stairs. If they keep messing around, they'll miss the sunset!]

Lighten up, will you? You're such a fussy guy.

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[ Owwie? Seriously? Kurapika is about to bap him again before he's suddenly pulled towards the stairs, dropping that journal along the way. ]

Maybe if you weren't so obnoxious, I would.

[ Buuuut he's smiling anyway, easily letting himself be tugged along and up the stairs. It's a few flights, but before long they're at the door to the rooftop. ]

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[Akira all but runs up the stairs, catching glimpses of the hanging sun out of tall yawning windows and finding himself motivated to beat the clock. Kurapika can keep pace, can't he?]

I think you like me this way.

[revengier]

[ He sure can. After all, he wouldn't be a Hunter if he couldn't, right? In fact, he's barely broken a sweat despite the winding staircase, his breathing nice and even.

For just a moment, he contemplates batting back a contradictory statement, but... he'll be honest, actually. ]

I do. It's one of my favorite things about you.