[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.
[Hmph!! If you see him puffing out his cheeks and pouting his lips, no you don't. This man is the very definition of hardmode.]
You can play teacher another time. Tonight, we're on an even playing field. We're nothing more than a couple of guys being dudes.
[Can Solomon handle being a normal man for a whole night? This remains to be seen, but Akira has full faith in him. While Solomon finishes his coffee, Akira slugs down the rest of his own in one long pull and scoots back into the kitchen to grab a couple bottles.]
If you can promise not to get all pouty and dramatic again, we'll have a couple drinks. Oh, but if you rat me out, I'll light all your underwear on fire in the courtyard.
[Don't get on his ass for underage drinking. He can and will lodge himself like a very unpleasant thorn in Solomon's ass and everyone will suffer for it.]
Ah ah ah, what did I say about making promises to me?
[It's just barely crossing the line into serious, but he will tap at his lips with a finger and an impish little smile whenever Akira meets his eyes. If Akira won't tell, then Solomon won't tell.]
Perhaps I should leave the dramatics to you, then? The pout suits you well.
Or will you show a different side of you entirely?
[Akira snaps his fingers. Drat! Not even buzzed enough to make a little promise like that, eh?
But that gesture, impish and sly, conveys all it needs to. Akira's smirk pulls askew, bottles clinking in one hand as he extends the other to offer Solomon a hand up. Those old bones need proper support.]
Who knows? I've only shared drinks with close friends before, and they already know all my secrets.
[All but the few secrets he'd never tell a soul, but if Solomon thinks he's any different... well, they'll just have to see what the evening holds in store for them.]
This is the one time I'm not trying to wheedle secrets out of you and you accuse me of doing it anyway. I just want to enjoy my night with good company.
[And he means that too. With Solomon up and on his feet, Akira hands him one of the bottles.]
Is this strong enough for you? If I start heaving, you better hold my hair back.
[Pin his bangs back cutely... but Akira jokes. He doesn't plan on drinking to the point of blacking out. He does need to maintain the veneer of being a responsible young man, especially in front of Solomon. Now then, off they go!]
Every other time we've spoken you've looked at me as though you wanted to rip something out of me. Tonight, you scold me and stop my drinking, then you drag me to the kitchen, scold me again, plant me down like a toddler, enchant my coffee, and now you're asking to drink again when you were so against it earlier?
[If he wants Solomon to be confused and distracted, then congratulations!]
Part of me has to wonder if you really know what you want here, Akira.
[Solomon, Solomon, Solomon... You're getting too hung up on the details. It's pretty straightforward, Akira thinks, unlocking his door to usher Solomon inside.]
But you're feeling better now, right? If you start getting all mopey again, I'll just take your alcohol away.
[But he takes mild offense to the notion that he doesn't know what he wants. As if to prove his intentions once and for all, Akira takes a knee and sweeps out his arms, pointing directly at Solomon.]
I want you, good sir, and I will not cease until I've swallowed you whole!
[Better watch your back before you get vored, Solomon.]
Akira please. What will their parents say..............
He surprisingly looks embarrassed, just briefly, at the continued push of dramatics. But it's only a moment, only the alcohol, the older man waving it off with a crumpled attempt to regain his composure, letting a mocking look of flirtatious shock take its place.]
And what will you do when you've had your taste of me? What a scandal you intend to cause.
[Wh— hold on. He had Solomon going for a minute there, didn't he? Akira saw that. He totally saw that. Let him close his eyes for a moment and commit that look on Solomon's face to memory. He really is much cuter when he's being honest.
Outwardly, Akira won't make a big fuss over it, hopping back to his feet and setting the liquor down on his table. He pads over to kick the door closed and take Solomon by the hand, tugging him further into the recesses of his room and sitting him down on the couch. He's not done forcing Solomon to sit tonight, apparently.]
Why are you so worried about a scandal? I might not look it, but I'm a very private guy. I like to keep my secrets close to my chest.
[...No, he can't completely resist teasing Solomon while he has him right where he wants him. Akira boops the older man's lips with the tip of his finger.]
[please stop manhandling grandpa he's fragile in his old age :(
Once again, he lets himself be led, letting his eyes travel the room briefly to get a good look. What sort of things do you keep, in this place of your own making, little thief?
His lips purse slightly under that fingertip, humming as a brow raises.]
Mmhmm, I'm sure that's not the first time you've said that.
[Don't mind him as he just occupies himself with making sure the bottles are actually open. Which one was his again? Eh.]
What sort of secrets do you think I'd have to keep?
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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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[Hmph!! If you see him puffing out his cheeks and pouting his lips, no you don't. This man is the very definition of hardmode.]
You can play teacher another time. Tonight, we're on an even playing field. We're nothing more than a couple of guys being dudes.
[Can Solomon handle being a normal man for a whole night? This remains to be seen, but Akira has full faith in him. While Solomon finishes his coffee, Akira slugs down the rest of his own in one long pull and scoots back into the kitchen to grab a couple bottles.]
If you can promise not to get all pouty and dramatic again, we'll have a couple drinks. Oh, but if you rat me out, I'll light all your underwear on fire in the courtyard.
[Don't get on his ass for underage drinking. He can and will lodge himself like a very unpleasant thorn in Solomon's ass and everyone will suffer for it.]
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[It's just barely crossing the line into serious,
but he will tap at his lips with a finger and an impish little smile whenever Akira meets his eyes. If Akira won't tell, then Solomon won't tell.]
Perhaps I should leave the dramatics to you, then? The pout suits you well.
Or will you show a different side of you entirely?
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But that gesture, impish and sly, conveys all it needs to. Akira's smirk pulls askew, bottles clinking in one hand as he extends the other to offer Solomon a hand up. Those old bones need proper support.]
Who knows? I've only shared drinks with close friends before, and they already know all my secrets.
[All but the few secrets he'd never tell a soul, but if Solomon thinks he's any different... well, they'll just have to see what the evening holds in store for them.]
Shall we?
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Anyway he'll easily take that outstretched hand to pull up to his feet.]
Are you trying to make me do the same? My, what a risky strategy.
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This is the one time I'm not trying to wheedle secrets out of you and you accuse me of doing it anyway. I just want to enjoy my night with good company.
[And he means that too. With Solomon up and on his feet, Akira hands him one of the bottles.]
Is this strong enough for you? If I start heaving, you better hold my hair back.
[Pin his bangs back cutely... but Akira jokes. He doesn't plan on drinking to the point of blacking out. He does need to maintain the veneer of being a responsible young man, especially in front of Solomon. Now then, off they go!]
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[Off they go, Solomon speaking as they stroll.]
Every other time we've spoken you've looked at me as though you wanted to rip something out of me. Tonight, you scold me and stop my drinking, then you drag me to the kitchen, scold me again, plant me down like a toddler, enchant my coffee, and now you're asking to drink again when you were so against it earlier?
[If he wants Solomon to be confused and distracted, then congratulations!]
Part of me has to wonder if you really know what you want here, Akira.
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But you're feeling better now, right? If you start getting all mopey again, I'll just take your alcohol away.
[But he takes mild offense to the notion that he doesn't know what he wants. As if to prove his intentions once and for all, Akira takes a knee and sweeps out his arms, pointing directly at Solomon.]
I want you, good sir, and I will not cease until I've swallowed you whole!
[Better watch your back before you get vored, Solomon.]
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[He's distracted, sure, but...
Akira please. What will their parents say..............
He surprisingly looks embarrassed, just briefly, at the continued push of dramatics. But it's only a moment, only the alcohol, the older man waving it off with a crumpled attempt to regain his composure, letting a mocking look of flirtatious shock take its place.]
And what will you do when you've had your taste of me? What a scandal you intend to cause.
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Outwardly, Akira won't make a big fuss over it, hopping back to his feet and setting the liquor down on his table. He pads over to kick the door closed and take Solomon by the hand, tugging him further into the recesses of his room and sitting him down on the couch. He's not done forcing Solomon to sit tonight, apparently.]
Why are you so worried about a scandal? I might not look it, but I'm a very private guy. I like to keep my secrets close to my chest.
[...No, he can't completely resist teasing Solomon while he has him right where he wants him. Akira boops the older man's lips with the tip of his finger.]
I'll keep yours, too.
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Once again, he lets himself be led, letting his eyes travel the room briefly to get a good look. What sort of things do you keep, in this place of your own making, little thief?
His lips purse slightly under that fingertip, humming as a brow raises.]
Mmhmm, I'm sure that's not the first time you've said that.
[Don't mind him as he just occupies himself with making sure the bottles are actually open. Which one was his again? Eh.]
What sort of secrets do you think I'd have to keep?
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