[...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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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?