[It takes a moment for Akira to come to the door. There's a shout of acknowledgement on the other side of the door — be right there! — and the dulled screech of wood against wood. A moment more and Akira opens the door, a cloth slung over one shoulder that he takes and dabs against his brow. Apparently, Skinny McStringbean was working out.]
Hey, Ginger. Something wrong?
[Was he bothering him somehow? This wouldn't be the first time Akira's gotten a noise complaint, but ah... He extends his hands in case Ginger needs help carrying those bags. If he's running errands and needs a bag boy, he should know Akira is always willing to lend a hand.]
[ Brief confusion when Akira asks him where he’s headed - but… he thinks ruefully, maybe this is just too much sweet bread for one person?? Maybe Akira thinks he’s passing them out. ]
Ah, no - these are for you. Um, can I - may I come in? I just… wanted to catch up.
What does he mean these are for him? It's not that this is too much bread for one person (it totally is), but why him? Did his birthday pass and he didn't even realize it?
Akira shifts in place, baffled but nonetheless happy, and eventually scoots to one side to welcome Ginger in.]
Uh, yeah. Of course. I'm 100% ghost-free this time, so don't worry about that.
[ Ginger who only had one friend before this and doesn’t really know what to do when you have friends,
But his very first friend liked his dad’s baking so he thought - maybe Akira would, too. Even if his dad didn’t bake these; even if Ginger didn’t bake these - it’s like… almost the same, ok. Close… enough… ]
Uh - I have no idea what to say to that. But - are you okay anyway? I saw how you were with Solomon.
[ He tentatively enters the room, but keeps his eyes on Akira to watch his expression. ]
[...Man. You didn't have to bring him a week's worth of bread just to get the hot goss on his latest Situation with Solomon, Ginger... but Akira knows that's not quite why he's come to pay a visit. Akira's expression? Tired. Done. But he motions for Ginger to set the bread down on his desk and take a seat on the couch some steps past it, following him to sit on the other side once he's closed the door.]
I'm fine. Solomon didn't approve of something I did, go figure, but we worked it out like men.
[Which is to say they fought, but coming to blows was what they needed.]
Does he act like your overbearing mother too? I'm not mad at him, for the record, but he pisses me off sometimes.
[ Ginger is very familiar with what men do when they are working things out. He’s watched it happen from Heaven, seen it written into the 3rd mankind. ]
Did it help? [ Asked lightly as he sets the bags on the table and takes a seat, legs apart, hands clasped loosely between them. ] Can’t say I've never wanted to punch him.
I think he'd turn the other cheek if you threw a punch at him. He knows he deserves it.
[But thwacking Solomon never did much to help Akira feel better. In the end, that fight was another dressed up excuse to teach Akira a lesson that will benefit him in the long run.
Kicking a leg up on the coffee table, Akira's arms cross loosely over his chest.]
Solomon's a walking contradiction. He cares about people a lot, but he can't handle being cared for in return. He's had thousands of years to nurse that bad habit.
Ah… Yeah, it’s hard for long-lived beings to change.
[ When was the last time someone Ginger has known had changed drastically? He can’t… really think of any examples. Everyone has been the same for so, so long. ]
There isn’t really a reason for us to - hurry. [ He hums thoughtfully. ] But it’s different with you and the others. Did you talk to him about that?
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Hey, Ginger. Something wrong?
[Was he bothering him somehow? This wouldn't be the first time Akira's gotten a noise complaint, but ah... He extends his hands in case Ginger needs help carrying those bags. If he's running errands and needs a bag boy, he should know Akira is always willing to lend a hand.]
Here. I'll carry one. Where are you headed?
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Ah, no - these are for you. Um, can I - may I come in? I just… wanted to catch up.
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What does he mean these are for him? It's not that this is too much bread for one person (it totally is), but why him? Did his birthday pass and he didn't even realize it?
Akira shifts in place, baffled but nonetheless happy, and eventually scoots to one side to welcome Ginger in.]
Uh, yeah. Of course. I'm 100% ghost-free this time, so don't worry about that.
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But his very first friend liked his dad’s baking so he thought - maybe Akira would, too. Even if his dad didn’t bake these; even if Ginger didn’t bake these - it’s like… almost the same, ok. Close… enough… ]
Uh - I have no idea what to say to that. But - are you okay anyway? I saw how you were with Solomon.
[ He tentatively enters the room, but keeps his eyes on Akira to watch his expression. ]
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I'm fine. Solomon didn't approve of something I did, go figure, but we worked it out like men.
[Which is to say they fought, but coming to blows was what they needed.]
Does he act like your overbearing mother too? I'm not mad at him, for the record, but he pisses me off sometimes.
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Did it help? [ Asked lightly as he sets the bags on the table and takes a seat, legs apart, hands clasped loosely between them. ] Can’t say I've never wanted to punch him.
His way of caring is… a little unfair.
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[But thwacking Solomon never did much to help Akira feel better. In the end, that fight was another dressed up excuse to teach Akira a lesson that will benefit him in the long run.
Kicking a leg up on the coffee table, Akira's arms cross loosely over his chest.]
Solomon's a walking contradiction. He cares about people a lot, but he can't handle being cared for in return. He's had thousands of years to nurse that bad habit.
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[ When was the last time someone Ginger has known had changed drastically? He can’t… really think of any examples. Everyone has been the same for so, so long. ]
There isn’t really a reason for us to - hurry. [ He hums thoughtfully. ] But it’s different with you and the others. Did you talk to him about that?