[The bar isn't a part of the manor Akira frequents. Why would he when he doesn't drink outside of special occasions? He's here to snag a bottle of cooking sherry for a pasta recipe he's been playing with, but it looks like that mission's on hold.
A familiar shock of white hair. An uncharacteristic slump to his shoulders. That's Solomon for sure, but what's he doing here drinking in the middle of the day?
He has a few guesses, but he'll leave the decision to talk about it to Solomon. Akira wordlessly drops onto the stool beside Solomon with a muted whump and peers into his glass. The acrid scent makes his nose wrinkle.]
Day drinking? I thought you were better than that.
[Yeesh. Tell him again how you're feeling and looking like hell, Solomon. Akira won't stop the man if a stiff drink is what he needs to take the edge off, but he won't let him develop a bad habit. For now, he simply watches him.]
No, but I heard all about it.
[His voice slips octaves. He takes no pleasure in people turning on each other and causing such violent outbursts.]
In the absence of a common enemy, people turn on each other. We're lucky no one died.
[Thankfully, he only has one glass in front of him, and he doesn't look particularly plastered yet outside a slight tinge to the cheeks.]
We certainly are.
I can see why the spirits would gravitate to those with stronger feelings, but when it comes to conflict between each other, it feels like dry straw under a summer sun.
With all of us used to much different things, different species, prejudices, or even just simple misunderstandings... it's just fuel to the inevitable fire. I'm surprised we didn't have an explosion any sooner.
[Granted, he's very glad they didn't - the first nightmare with Mika was enough of a clusterfuck. But...
...
Anyway wow his drink sure looks interesting let's just look at that.]
Mmn. What a pain...
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[That drink looks about as appealing as dishwater. Akira hooks a hand around the glass and pulls it over to himself, chancing a sip, and— oh, yeah. That bad habit's stopping right now. If Solomon wants a salve for his aching heart, there are so many better alternatives than the caustic burn of alcohol.
Excuse Akira while he hops to his feet and rounds the corner to dispose of Solomon's drink. A beat later and he's back at his side and offering the older man a hand. Come on. Moping here won't make you feel any better.]
There's no excuse for people to fight amongst themselves, is there? But it's human nature. It's what people want to do whether they realize it or not. It's easier to focus on what makes us different than all the things that bring us together. Still...
[Akira's brows knit. His expression complicates, voice lowering to a bitter whisper. It's personal, deeply personal.]
I hate it too.
[More than anything. Regardless, he swallows down his agitation as easily as ever. What Solomon needs right now is support, and Akira's going to provide it.]
Come on. Let's wax poetic somewhere more comfortable. I've got something in my room I've been meaning to show you anyway.
[He exhales slowly, a resigned lift of his hand to take Akira's and slide out of his chair.]
You're a rather peaceful soul for being so rebellious, you know.
[His concern, unfortunately, isn't the presence of the fight. That's an inevitability. Human nature, as Akira put it. They could put out some of the fires that made humanity aim to destroy itself, but Solomon has no firm desire to intervene.
There are bigger things. And it's that bias that has his attention drawn, and what tugs on him with discomfort now. Where does he draw a line here, with the human and the non, with those that may very well be both?]
Fine, fine. I'll tag along. Though... would you like to explain why you tossed out my drink?
When have I ever been anything but docile and sweet?
[Rhetorical questions don't need answers.
Akira hovers by Solomon's side in case he needs a shoulder with which to steady his footing. He's not what Akira would call sloshed, so he'll probably be fine. He'll be here just in case those ancient bones give out on him on the journey back to his room. Come along, Pops.
He'll be guiding them in the direction of the kitchen first. If he's going to entertain Solomon, he'll need to grab some supplies first.]
If you think you feel bad now, you'll feel worse if you drink yourself into a stupor. Is that what you're trying to do?
Hahah -- don't ask a question like that, Akira. I might be tempted to answer it.
[He waves Akira's helicoptering away weakly with one hand, keeping a slow pace behind him. Outside the slight flush, he seems to be just fine.
Well. Perhaps a little exhausted, if anything.
He does perk up seeing that they're going to the kitchen. Ah, is Shinjiro not around? Perfect, he won't get yelled at for breathing into the space today--]
Wouldn't want you to slip up and be too honest about yourself, would we?
[Normally, he'd insist that Solomon lean on him or accept his aid, but Akira doesn't do that today. He's going easier on him, allowing Solomon to keep pace a step or two behind him while occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure he isn't struggling.
Unlike so many of their friends and allies, Akira doesn't hesitate to speak honestly, holding open the kitchen door to wave Solomon in. Keep your hands where he can see them at all times while in this consecrated space, kitchen criminal.]
Of course I am. I don't want to see you kicking yourself over something outside of your control. That's why I'm going to make you something that'll lift your spirits instead of dampening them.
[Why is everybody always so suspicious of him? What has he done to deserve this... :(
He really does feel like a little old grandpa being escorted around like this, though. Mmm, he's not sure how he feels about it. Maybe it's the alcohol that's making him feel a little irritated where he normally wouldn't be...]
Here I have to wonder what you think I'd be kicking myself over in the first place... [Keep your hands to yourself? Did you mean open one of the cabinets immediately? Hm, what's changed since he was last in here...] Did I really look so down in the dumps?
[Fuck whatever Akira was just about to say. He sees you pawing through that cabinet sir. With the lift of a finger, Akira fires a thin jet of water at the back of Solomon's head.]
Bad Solomon. Bad!
[Stop that!! Akira hustles over to his side, arrests him by the shoulders, and forces his ass down into a chair. Stay put, agent of culinary chaos.]
You look like... how do I put this? Like shit. Total ass.
[See? Being straightforward is easy. Solomon should give it a try.]
I know Mikaelageddon's got your panties in a bunch. You can't lie about that. What you can do is keep your hands off anything in the kitchen before Shinjiro comes barrelling in here and tears you a new hole. Got it?
[Now stay put and he'll make you a little treat. Deal?]
[hello police he'd like to report abuse of the elderly
He looks genuinely baffled and more than a little irritated as he starts to shake the water off, only for the bafflement to increase as Akira manhandles him into a chair like a disobedient child. Hello??? Hello?????????]
I -- yes, I suppose that's part of it, but -- do you have to drag me around so forcefully?
[What happened to asking?
This feels strange. This feels like blackmail. He is crossing his arms with a look that straddles the line between genuine disappointment and just straight out sulking. Hm. Hmmmmm.
[He'll treat Grandpa like a human being with rights when he stops causing problems in the kitchen, but right now, Akira wants him where he can see him. He steps backwards towards the kitchen island just to make certain he doesn't take his eyes off this fiend for a single second. Blink too long and the entire kitchen might go up in flames.]
I'd rather not, but you're a second-class citizen in the kitchen. I shouldn't have to tell you why.
[He'll handcuff this man to his chair if needs must. He's placing his full faith in Solomon when he turns around to grab a pot, fill it with water, and set it to boil. Did anything blow up in the meantime? No? Good.]
[Second-class??? Whoa whoa whoa when did this kid get the same balls on him that Barbatos always managed? How cruel...
The alcohol strains out a small bit of his humor, leaving him genuinely sullen as he crosses his arms and frowns deeply.]
If I didn't know any better, I'd be wondering if you all were trying to starve me.
[He's gonna be skin and bones with how you all keep chasing him out from his source of enrichment and joy. Cruel, cruel Akira.
He doesn't answer for a long, long moment, still very cross. Playing barista, hm? Was this another way to tell him to ditch the alcohol? He isn't drunk, though. Or. Not all that drunk.
But he caves with a sigh and a hand to his forehead, letting one leg cross over the other.]
Mmm. [Longsuffering, pouty, but not entirely serious:] Black, like Akira-chan's heart.
[Who went and replaced his temperate, suave Solomon with this petulant child? Akira sighs loudly enough that Solomon can hear it and pads over to him, taking that big ol' fussy face in his hands.]
My dear, sweet Solomon...
[Spoken in the tone of you big damn baby.]
You'd break my heart if you went an blew yourself up because one of your kitchen experiments went awry. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?
[...But he does feel a little bad cucking Solomon out of his "cooking" hobby. Maybe he can find a willing friend to help him teach Solomon how to safely whip up a meal without anything exploding? Something to consider for the future.
Akira squishes Solomon's cheeks between his palms before returning to the shove and fetching his beans.]
Let me cook with you sometime. For now, focus on fixing your shitty attitude. You're acting like a kid.
[Ugh. UGH. He tilts his head back against the chair like he's no more than a teen. Uggggggghh.
...]
No, I know. I'm not-- [He pinches at the bridge of his nose with his fingers, exhaling.] --Mmm. I'm not being mature. I wouldn't be at a glass if I wanted to be mature.
But can you blame me for being more than a little upset? Everyone veering me away from the kitchen, people saying my cooking is such an awful thing... It's not that I...
[Uggggghhhh.
He drops his chin against one hand, propped on his knee.]
[Chiding aside, Solomon really is cute when he acts more... well, human. Akira manages to keep his chuckles contained, but make no mistake: he's charmed. Silly, silly Solomon.
Akira returns to the table with two piping hot cups of coffee fixed to suit their individual tastes. Solomon might've heard Akira's incantation through his mutterings, his cup of coffee infused with a certain kind of magic. When he drinks it, he'll feel as if he's being embraced from the inside out by warm, loving arms.
Akira flops onto the seat across from him.]
I know you don't. No one thinks you have ill intent.
[He reaches out and ruffles Solomon's hair. There there.]
You don't have to be mature today. You can come to my room and we'll hang out like normal people do. Play some games, braid each other's hair, do our nails and talk about all the cute boys on the football team...
[He rolls his eyes a little at the head pat, though the little moment still rings nostalgic. Placating gestures whenever his temper cracked... it wasn't uncommon in the House of Lamentation.
He lingers with the scent of the cup in his hands. There's an enchantment, that much is clear... would Akira attempt to prank him in his current state? Mm. No, he seems like he's taking this rather seriously. So the raise of one brow is brief as he brings it to his lips.
...
He takes a moment to let the sensation settle, a warmth that spreads and comforts like the wave of a warm sea. It renders him silent at first, taking a little more effort to find his words.]
I don't know if I'd keep that in the realm of normal people. Asmodeus would be incredibly jealous. We should be glad my phone doesn't work or I'd never hear the end of it.
[It is empty, though. Being so detached from all of them, Asmo included... it's as though the tendrils of his pacted bonds are left to stretch without an answer, constantly yearning into the maw of the abyss, searching for their bearer.
[This Amsodeus person sounds like quite the handful... Akira chuckles, warming his hands on his cup.]
What your boyfriend back home doesn't know won't hurt him. I'll take good care of you.
[Is the coffee working its magic? Even if Solomon backslides into petulant, bratty behavior, Akira won't particularly mind. He's having fun taking care of him, having been treated to a side of him that many others probably haven't seen. It feels like trust, a little secret to keep between the two of them.
Akira takes a sip from his cup, familiar heat and complex flavors washing over his tongue.]
To hang out with you. As cold and black as my heart is, it still yearns to support my Northern Star in his time of need.
Asmodeus is in a pact with me, Akira. Not a relationship.
[Though he is rather fond of the minxy little narcissist, it doesn't change that their relationship is and always will be thoroughly one of agreed control.
Northern Star, though... hah. How badly would Lucifer squirm if he were here to hear that? Not quite the same, but close enough, surely.]
Mmn. Is my bad mood that much of a time of need? Maybe you're painting that star of yours too bright in your mind.
[One day Solomon will learn that Akira is Lucifer-coded too. Until then, he's happy to pass the title of North Star off onto his northie friend. He's someone to look up to and follow, isn't he? If it fits, it fits.]
I just got done insulting your cooking ability and calling you a kid. I wouldn't call that idol worship.
[But he is allowed to have his idols. Akira has had plenty of people in his life whom he's sought direction from and learned from, and Solomon is the most recent of them.]
But if you're opposed to spending the night, I can't force you. I've had enough of you electrocuting me.
Perhaps you're just being cheeky. What is it called, again... "tsundere"?
[He does have that adorable little tick of his when he gets embarrassed and starts to grow more pouty - the tug of dark hair, the aversion of dark eyes, a voice that tried to speak loud while his feelings spoke louder.]
I'd make another joke on your mature tastes, but here I think you've fully embraced that image. Whatever will I do. [Said as dry as can be.] I don't intend to do that to you again unless it's needed, Akira. Hurting people isn't exactly something I enjoy doing.
Eh? You're calling me a tsundere? You need to study Japanese culture.
[He doesn't even do the sh-shut up, baka, it's not like I like you or anything! schtick. How is he in any way a tsundere?! Anyway, he's reaching over and shoving Solomon's shoulder.]
I'm allowed to like whoever I like. If you have a problem with it, speak now or forever hold your peace.
[He will stop making casual passes at Solomon if he tells him to! Really!]
Anyway, how's the coffee? Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside yet?
Hahahah... I'm joking, Akira, I'm joking. Like whoever your heart follows. I'm just surprised, that's all.
[heeheehee]
Though, your bashfulness the other day was even more of a surprise. Maybe that's what made me think of it.
[Mammon is who he'd consider more of a genuine tsundere, but the blushing and stammering and rapid attempts at protection of the ego? That he could see.]
Should I give you a full point review on your enchantment progress? [But no, no, he waves that off. Please he is so tired don't make him be sensei right now.] It's very good. You know your way around the bitterness of it.
...I think your intentions were very clear from the first sip, too. It's... comforting.
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A familiar shock of white hair. An uncharacteristic slump to his shoulders. That's Solomon for sure, but what's he doing here drinking in the middle of the day?
He has a few guesses, but he'll leave the decision to talk about it to Solomon. Akira wordlessly drops onto the stool beside Solomon with a muted whump and peers into his glass. The acrid scent makes his nose wrinkle.]
Day drinking? I thought you were better than that.
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Mm. He shouldn't have too much of this. It's going to go straight to his head...]
I don't plan to make it a habit.
[It's tempting, though.]
Did you sleep through our little adventure last night?
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No, but I heard all about it.
[His voice slips octaves. He takes no pleasure in people turning on each other and causing such violent outbursts.]
In the absence of a common enemy, people turn on each other. We're lucky no one died.
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We certainly are.
I can see why the spirits would gravitate to those with stronger feelings, but when it comes to conflict between each other, it feels like dry straw under a summer sun.
With all of us used to much different things, different species, prejudices, or even just simple misunderstandings... it's just fuel to the inevitable fire. I'm surprised we didn't have an explosion any sooner.
[Granted, he's very glad they didn't - the first nightmare with Mika was enough of a clusterfuck. But...
...
Anyway wow his drink sure looks interesting let's just look at that.]
Mmn. What a pain...
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Excuse Akira while he hops to his feet and rounds the corner to dispose of Solomon's drink. A beat later and he's back at his side and offering the older man a hand. Come on. Moping here won't make you feel any better.]
There's no excuse for people to fight amongst themselves, is there? But it's human nature. It's what people want to do whether they realize it or not. It's easier to focus on what makes us different than all the things that bring us together. Still...
[Akira's brows knit. His expression complicates, voice lowering to a bitter whisper. It's personal, deeply personal.]
I hate it too.
[More than anything. Regardless, he swallows down his agitation as easily as ever. What Solomon needs right now is support, and Akira's going to provide it.]
Come on. Let's wax poetic somewhere more comfortable. I've got something in my room I've been meaning to show you anyway.
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[But Akira moves faster, and Solomon is left with disappointment and a sour-looking pout on his lips as Akira offers a hand out...
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You're a rather peaceful soul for being so rebellious, you know.
[His concern, unfortunately, isn't the presence of the fight. That's an inevitability. Human nature, as Akira put it. They could put out some of the fires that made humanity aim to destroy itself, but Solomon has no firm desire to intervene.
There are bigger things. And it's that bias that has his attention drawn, and what tugs on him with discomfort now. Where does he draw a line here, with the human and the non, with those that may very well be both?]
Fine, fine. I'll tag along. Though... would you like to explain why you tossed out my drink?
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[Rhetorical questions don't need answers.
Akira hovers by Solomon's side in case he needs a shoulder with which to steady his footing. He's not what Akira would call sloshed, so he'll probably be fine. He'll be here just in case those ancient bones give out on him on the journey back to his room. Come along, Pops.
He'll be guiding them in the direction of the kitchen first. If he's going to entertain Solomon, he'll need to grab some supplies first.]
If you think you feel bad now, you'll feel worse if you drink yourself into a stupor. Is that what you're trying to do?
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[He waves Akira's helicoptering away weakly with one hand, keeping a slow pace behind him. Outside the slight flush, he seems to be just fine.
Well. Perhaps a little exhausted, if anything.
He does perk up seeing that they're going to the kitchen. Ah, is Shinjiro not around? Perfect, he won't get yelled at for breathing into the space today--]
Mm?
Are you concerned about me?
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Wouldn't want you to slip up and be too honest about yourself, would we?
[Normally, he'd insist that Solomon lean on him or accept his aid, but Akira doesn't do that today. He's going easier on him, allowing Solomon to keep pace a step or two behind him while occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure he isn't struggling.
Unlike so many of their friends and allies, Akira doesn't hesitate to speak honestly, holding open the kitchen door to wave Solomon in. Keep your hands where he can see them at all times while in this consecrated space, kitchen criminal.]
Of course I am. I don't want to see you kicking yourself over something outside of your control. That's why I'm going to make you something that'll lift your spirits instead of dampening them.
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[Why is everybody always so suspicious of him? What has he done to deserve this... :(
He really does feel like a little old grandpa being escorted around like this, though. Mmm, he's not sure how he feels about it. Maybe it's the alcohol that's making him feel a little irritated where he normally wouldn't be...]
Here I have to wonder what you think I'd be kicking myself over in the first place... [Keep your hands to yourself? Did you mean open one of the cabinets immediately? Hm, what's changed since he was last in here...] Did I really look so down in the dumps?
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Bad Solomon. Bad!
[Stop that!! Akira hustles over to his side, arrests him by the shoulders, and forces his ass down into a chair. Stay put, agent of culinary chaos.]
You look like... how do I put this? Like shit. Total ass.
[See? Being straightforward is easy. Solomon should give it a try.]
I know Mikaelageddon's got your panties in a bunch. You can't lie about that. What you can do is keep your hands off anything in the kitchen before Shinjiro comes barrelling in here and tears you a new hole. Got it?
[Now stay put and he'll make you a little treat. Deal?]
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[hello police he'd like to report abuse of the elderly
He looks genuinely baffled and more than a little irritated as he starts to shake the water off, only for the bafflement to increase as Akira manhandles him into a chair like a disobedient child. Hello??? Hello?????????]
I -- yes, I suppose that's part of it, but -- do you have to drag me around so forcefully?
[What happened to asking?
This feels strange. This feels like blackmail. He is crossing his arms with a look that straddles the line between genuine disappointment and just straight out sulking. Hm. Hmmmmm.
What did he do??]
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I'd rather not, but you're a second-class citizen in the kitchen. I shouldn't have to tell you why.
[He'll handcuff this man to his chair if needs must. He's placing his full faith in Solomon when he turns around to grab a pot, fill it with water, and set it to boil. Did anything blow up in the meantime? No? Good.]
Now then, how do you take your coffee, sir?
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The alcohol strains out a small bit of his humor, leaving him genuinely sullen as he crosses his arms and frowns deeply.]
If I didn't know any better, I'd be wondering if you all were trying to starve me.
[He's gonna be skin and bones with how you all keep chasing him out from his source of enrichment and joy. Cruel, cruel Akira.
He doesn't answer for a long, long moment, still very cross. Playing barista, hm? Was this another way to tell him to ditch the alcohol? He isn't drunk, though. Or. Not all that drunk.
But he caves with a sigh and a hand to his forehead, letting one leg cross over the other.]
Mmm. [Longsuffering, pouty, but not entirely serious:] Black, like Akira-chan's heart.
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My dear, sweet Solomon...
[Spoken in the tone of you big damn baby.]
You'd break my heart if you went an blew yourself up because one of your kitchen experiments went awry. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?
[...But he does feel a little bad cucking Solomon out of his "cooking" hobby. Maybe he can find a willing friend to help him teach Solomon how to safely whip up a meal without anything exploding? Something to consider for the future.
Akira squishes Solomon's cheeks between his palms before returning to the shove and fetching his beans.]
Let me cook with you sometime. For now, focus on fixing your shitty attitude. You're acting like a kid.
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[Ugh. UGH. He tilts his head back against the chair like he's no more than a teen. Uggggggghh.
...]
No, I know. I'm not-- [He pinches at the bridge of his nose with his fingers, exhaling.] --Mmm. I'm not being mature. I wouldn't be at a glass if I wanted to be mature.
But can you blame me for being more than a little upset? Everyone veering me away from the kitchen, people saying my cooking is such an awful thing... It's not that I...
[Uggggghhhh.
He drops his chin against one hand, propped on his knee.]
I don't mean it to harm anyone.
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Akira returns to the table with two piping hot cups of coffee fixed to suit their individual tastes. Solomon might've heard Akira's incantation through his mutterings, his cup of coffee infused with a certain kind of magic. When he drinks it, he'll feel as if he's being embraced from the inside out by warm, loving arms.
Akira flops onto the seat across from him.]
I know you don't. No one thinks you have ill intent.
[He reaches out and ruffles Solomon's hair. There there.]
You don't have to be mature today. You can come to my room and we'll hang out like normal people do. Play some games, braid each other's hair, do our nails and talk about all the cute boys on the football team...
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He lingers with the scent of the cup in his hands. There's an enchantment, that much is clear... would Akira attempt to prank him in his current state? Mm. No, he seems like he's taking this rather seriously. So the raise of one brow is brief as he brings it to his lips.
...
He takes a moment to let the sensation settle, a warmth that spreads and comforts like the wave of a warm sea. It renders him silent at first, taking a little more effort to find his words.]
I don't know if I'd keep that in the realm of normal people. Asmodeus would be incredibly jealous. We should be glad my phone doesn't work or I'd never hear the end of it.
[It is empty, though. Being so detached from all of them, Asmo included... it's as though the tendrils of his pacted bonds are left to stretch without an answer, constantly yearning into the maw of the abyss, searching for their bearer.
He exhales slowly as he finishes another sip.]
Mmn. What is it you want, Akira?
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What your boyfriend back home doesn't know won't hurt him. I'll take good care of you.
[Is the coffee working its magic? Even if Solomon backslides into petulant, bratty behavior, Akira won't particularly mind. He's having fun taking care of him, having been treated to a side of him that many others probably haven't seen. It feels like trust, a little secret to keep between the two of them.
Akira takes a sip from his cup, familiar heat and complex flavors washing over his tongue.]
To hang out with you. As cold and black as my heart is, it still yearns to support my Northern Star in his time of need.
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[Though he is rather fond of the minxy little narcissist, it doesn't change that their relationship is and always will be thoroughly one of agreed control.
Northern Star, though... hah. How badly would Lucifer squirm if he were here to hear that? Not quite the same, but close enough, surely.]
Mmn. Is my bad mood that much of a time of need? Maybe you're painting that star of yours too bright in your mind.
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I just got done insulting your cooking ability and calling you a kid. I wouldn't call that idol worship.
[But he is allowed to have his idols. Akira has had plenty of people in his life whom he's sought direction from and learned from, and Solomon is the most recent of them.]
But if you're opposed to spending the night, I can't force you. I've had enough of you electrocuting me.
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[He does have that adorable little tick of his when he gets embarrassed and starts to grow more pouty - the tug of dark hair, the aversion of dark eyes, a voice that tried to speak loud while his feelings spoke louder.]
I'd make another joke on your mature tastes, but here I think you've fully embraced that image. Whatever will I do. [Said as dry as can be.] I don't intend to do that to you again unless it's needed, Akira. Hurting people isn't exactly something I enjoy doing.
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[He doesn't even do the sh-shut up, baka, it's not like I like you or anything! schtick. How is he in any way a tsundere?! Anyway, he's reaching over and shoving Solomon's shoulder.]
I'm allowed to like whoever I like. If you have a problem with it, speak now or forever hold your peace.
[He will stop making casual passes at Solomon if he tells him to! Really!]
Anyway, how's the coffee? Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside yet?
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[heeheehee]
Though, your bashfulness the other day was even more of a surprise. Maybe that's what made me think of it.
[Mammon is who he'd consider more of a genuine tsundere, but the blushing and stammering and rapid attempts at protection of the ego? That he could see.]
Should I give you a full point review on your enchantment progress? [But no, no, he waves that off. Please he is so tired don't make him be sensei right now.] It's very good. You know your way around the bitterness of it.
...I think your intentions were very clear from the first sip, too. It's... comforting.
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