[No, no, he's had enough. Akira lets Solomon go without complaint or retort and simply stops, pocketing his hands, no more worn from their dance than he is electrified, strung up on tenterhooks and raw nerves. He breathes in, breathes out, breathes in, breathes out, trying to vent out some of that pent up energy.]
Sure. [Easy, casual. No resistance.] We can call it a day if you're spent. I won't mind.
[Especially if he's gotten nowhere, only going backwards when Akira thought he'd been making steady progress. There's no sense in pushing up against a brick wall. Akira knows how it'll end.]
He laughs quietly as he summons his broom to his side, carefully seating himself against it. He's not all that tired, but it's been a while since he'd done anything like that with another person.]
[Why indeed? Akira's shoulders roll, his shrug an easy, noncommittal thing.]
What, is it a crime to be concerned? You're huffing and puffing over there. I would've brought water and some snacks if I knew your stamina was that lacking.
So cruel, Akira... I'm a sorcerer, not an athlete.
[In reality, it's just... strange. Strange to feel his limits again. Strange to momentarily not be suspended as the world goes by. Not for very long - a drop in a sea.
But it sure was a fun ripple of a moment.]
I don't mind. I don't get to dance with another person very often anymore, and definitely not at that sort of pace.
[Akira summons his broom and demonstrates a pullup on it. What a big strong twink he is.]
Who says you can't be both? You need to get on my level.
[He could share his workout routine with Solomon, but he expects the man would politely decline.]
Maybe you should dance a little more often? You were handling it just fine up until the end.
[Akira smirks, winking at the fact that Solomon very firmly refused to budge after a certain point. That is progress, now that Akira considers things from a different angle. He knows where the line is, but crossing it is a different problem.]
Mmm. We were taking too different of a rhythm by then. Sometimes it's important to stop before someone gets hurt.
[One leg crosses over the other, his hands resting gently in wait. The ring on his finger catches the ever-present light of the moon as he lifts his touch to ruffle his own bangs, freeing them from the small sheen of sweat.]
I wonder if you were looking for my heart in between the honey from your lips.
[He's no timid mouse. Akira will wait poised on his broom, no ounce of tension in his shoulders, no trace of fear brought on by the look in Solomon's eyes. Go ahead. Prove him right.]
[He drifts, a smooth motion. Right up to Akira, hand under his chin, tilting it up as his other hand reaches to slide his glasses up and cover the teen's eyes.
A shift of wait, a brushing of hair against his face.
[His eyes slip closed under the weighted warmth of Solomon's palm. A tease as always... But his words against his ear, sweet as honey in their own right, elicit a small shiver.]
Think you can?
[Not so much a challenge as it is disbelief. Solomon would never. That's not his purpose, is it?]
[It shocks him, that's for damn sure, and that sharp pain in his sternum is a further unpleasant surprise. That's all the motivation Akira needs to kick up a leg and plant it on Solomon's chest, using him as leverage to push himself back.]
It's the other way around, Solomon. Take my word for it.
[Angry, fussy, but he gets his frustration under control quickly. Just swallow it down, same as always.]
The part where he saw a glimmer in the persistence, saw Ibuki, and let fear win for the moment. No more. No more.
But he smiles, a tired smile, and lets his broom drift slightly.]
The part where I disappointed you, of course.
You burned like a star, Akira. Don't fizzle out just yet, okay? [Not yet. His heart can't take another lying dormant.]
Goodnight, sweet Thief of Hearts. I'll postpone our rooftop meeting for a better day.
[He'll let his broom ascend, just enough for clearance, before he leans in low and lets it rocket off like a bullet. Time to spend his evening elsewhere.]
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Sure. [Easy, casual. No resistance.] We can call it a day if you're spent. I won't mind.
[Especially if he's gotten nowhere, only going backwards when Akira thought he'd been making steady progress. There's no sense in pushing up against a brick wall. Akira knows how it'll end.]
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You've changed your mind?
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Me? Nah. But I'm giving you an out if you've had enough.
[But Akira? Nothing but energy to spare. That's all Solomon's fault, but he's not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that.]
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He laughs quietly as he summons his broom to his side, carefully seating himself against it. He's not all that tired, but it's been a while since he'd done anything like that with another person.]
You would know if I'd had enough. Don't worry.
Why the concern all of the sudden?
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What, is it a crime to be concerned? You're huffing and puffing over there. I would've brought water and some snacks if I knew your stamina was that lacking.
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[In reality, it's just... strange. Strange to feel his limits again. Strange to momentarily not be suspended as the world goes by. Not for very long - a drop in a sea.
But it sure was a fun ripple of a moment.]
I don't mind. I don't get to dance with another person very often anymore, and definitely not at that sort of pace.
You're very energetic.
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Who says you can't be both? You need to get on my level.
[He could share his workout routine with Solomon, but he expects the man would politely decline.]
Maybe you should dance a little more often? You were handling it just fine up until the end.
[Akira smirks, winking at the fact that Solomon very firmly refused to budge after a certain point. That is progress, now that Akira considers things from a different angle. He knows where the line is, but crossing it is a different problem.]
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[One leg crosses over the other, his hands resting gently in wait. The ring on his finger catches the ever-present light of the moon as he lifts his touch to ruffle his own bangs, freeing them from the small sheen of sweat.]
I wonder if you were looking for my heart in between the honey from your lips.
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[He can admit that easily enough. In fact, Akira sounds rather proud, miming Solomon's posture on the broom. Without missing a beat, he adds—]
Want a taste?
[He already knows the answer. Akira wouldn't make such offers so casually if he didn't.]
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...
The broom stays where it is as Solomon promptly rises to his feet and starts to cross the space.]
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A shift of wait, a brushing of hair against his face.
A low tone, humored against his ear.]
Should I taste your heart instead?
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Think you can?
[Not so much a challenge as it is disbelief. Solomon would never. That's not his purpose, is it?]
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before he'll feel one of Solomon's knuckles shove right into the space under his sternum, just hard enough to ache.]
A demon would swallow you whole like this, Akira.
Don't be reckless.
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It's the other way around, Solomon. Take my word for it.
[Angry, fussy, but he gets his frustration under control quickly. Just swallow it down, same as always.]
Jackass.
[There. Now he's calm.]
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What did you think would happen?
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[Deflecting doesn't look great, but he'd feel like even more of a fool for owning up to the truth. Akira sighs.]
Thank you for the dance, Mr. Solomon. Very educational.
[Better? He's being respectful if you overlook his sarcastic tone.]
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[He's a big boy!
His broom comes floating over with a wave of his hand, hoisting his leg up and over.]
Should we consider this a bit of a failure, then? Or did you still have your heart set on something?
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What part of it was a failure? The part where you ran out of energy, or the part where you chickened out?
[Just calling it how he sees it! No one can convince him Solomon isn't a coward now.]
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The part where he saw a glimmer in the persistence, saw Ibuki, and let fear win for the moment. No more. No more.
But he smiles, a tired smile, and lets his broom drift slightly.]
The part where I disappointed you, of course.
You burned like a star, Akira. Don't fizzle out just yet, okay? [Not yet. His heart can't take another lying dormant.]
Goodnight, sweet Thief of Hearts. I'll postpone our rooftop meeting for a better day.
[He'll let his broom ascend, just enough for clearance, before he leans in low and lets it rocket off like a bullet. Time to spend his evening elsewhere.]