Floor 1, Room 3

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AKIRA

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[jokey]

[...Kurapika really is a nice guy, isn't he? A shame he doesn't apply these concepts to himself, but that's neither here nor there. Akira takes another bite of tamagoyaki before replying.]

No one said they've stopped being important to me. All my friends are dear to me.

[His lips curve naturally into a smile. He looks at Kurapika sidelong.]

And I think we're gonna be good friends. You're good people.

[revengier]

[ Something about that... it bothers him, and he can't place why. Friendship is a good thing, despite all of his hang ups about it, but he's since accepted the fact that there's no avoiding that here. Can't exactly avoid someone when they can march right up to you instead of calling.

So, why is he bothered? He can't pick it out and isolate it and examine why he feels this way or why he's suddenly thinking about the warmth that radiated off of Akira when they shared a bed. It's impossible.

He picks up an apple slice. ]

We're already friends.

[ Mm... that isn't quite what is bothering him, as the feeling doesn't go away after he says it.

But it's true, so that's what counts. ]

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That's true, but we can always be better friends.

[Nice and platonic-like. Akira's grin widens, perfectly unaware of Kurapika's inner turmoil.]

You could start by telling me your deepest darkest secrets.

[revengier]

[ Hmph.

It's a subtle shift, but Kurapika turns a little bit so that he isn't facing Akira nearly as much as he was before. ]

Are those really things you want to know, Akira? I am a mafia boss.

[jokey]

[Eh? Nani the fuck? Akira definitely notices, but he doesn't say shit about it. Kurapika is a pretty moody guy, so the reason for the sudden cold shoulder could be anything, really.]

When you say it like that, you make me even more curious.

[...Okay, the cold shoulder's kind of annoying, actually. Akira taps him on the shoulder, tap tap tap.]

[revengier]

[ He shrugs Akira off, a little frown on his face. ]

I don't really have secrets.

[ If he's asked the right question or in need of information, Kurapika will reveal whatever he needs to. So... ]

Ask me a question and I'll answer, but if you aren't specific you need to be happy with whatever you get.

[jokey]

[Aw, c'mon, don't be such a stiff. Putting that aside, Akira spits out the very first thought that comes to mind.]

What's your type?

[revengier]

[ ...

Why did he walk right into this? That's absolutely what he did, isn't it? ]

I don't think about that sort of thing.

[ And yet he kissed Akira back. Funny, isn't it? ]

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What, really? You're such a wet blanket.

[Does Kurapika even... you know. Jork his peanits?]

I could hazard a guess, but you'd probably ditch me. I'll keep my thoughts to myself.

[revengier]

[ He turns back to face Akira solely so he can glare at him. ]

You clearly want to say it, so go ahead.

[ Put him out of his misery. ]

[jokey]

[Gay chicken round 2: COMMENCE.]

Let's see... First things first: I bet you prefer dudes over women.

[revengier]

[ ...He's right. He's totally right, but that doesn't mean Kurapika won't be mad about it. ]

What evidence do you even have to base that off of?

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You're looking right at him.

[Teeheehee!]

[revengier]

[ Oh, so we're doing this, Akira? Are we? ]

Then the same can be said for you, since you kissed me first.

[jokey]

[Turnabout is fair play! And unlike Kurapika, Akira can (mostly) own up to his feelings without shame.]

What can I say? You're a pretty cute guy, but my tastes are as vast as the ocean. I do't have a strong preference between genders... unlike you.

[revengier]

[ God, Akira is insufferable. Kurapika can barely stand him. See, this is why he was shoving you during the mission. ]

That's still a big assumption to make, Akira. You don't know anything else about my preferences other than I kissed you back.

[jokey]

You wouldn't have reciprocated if you didn't think I was at least a little cute, or is that a logical leap too?

[revengier]

[ He sighs as he considers getting up and leaving. That would be the much easier, much more sensible thing to do here.

Of course he doesn't do that. ]

I like men and women. Happy now?

[ He better be!! ]

Looks don't matter to me, not really. I've never been attracted to someone solely for their looks.

[ Kurapika's interest is hard to catch, after all. Looks have to be accompanied by a lot more. ]

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Oh?

[Akira really doesn't sound surprised. Someone like Kurapika would be more inclined to focus on common values and the like over superficial traits, right? Akira inclines his head, debating briefly on if he wants to continue this conversation or not.]

So... what made me worth kissing?

[He might die inside if Kurapika chalks it up to nothing more than adrenaline and a spur-of-the-moment mistake, but fuck it, we ball.]

[revengier]

You're a good person.

[ This much now, Kurapika is sure of. There's a lot of care in the way Akira interacts with other people and the importance he places on his bonds with them. He can tell that Akira pays attention to the world around him despite whatever his own personal goals may be.

It's a trait that Kurapika has always admired in others. ]

So... I wanted to.

[ Despite the complicated mess of emotions and turmoil Kurapika may be, sometimes it really is that simple. ]

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Would you kiss any good person who comes along?

[No, no, he knows that's not what Kurapika means. It's just...]

...Do you want to again?

[revengier]

[ His heart pounds in his chest and his fingers twitch nervously against his chopsticks as he tries to keep his cool. ]

You were my first kiss, Akira. Don't go around making assumptions like that.

[ Correcting him is easier than answering that other question, it's easier to stall just for two, three more seconds... ]

...I wouldn't be opposed to it.

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...Wait. I was?

[That's easy to believe — after all, this is Kurapika he's talking to — but the idea that he was the one to take his first kiss? That's a harder pill to swallow.]

Then... Alright.

[Akira looks around. They're alone, at least for now, but there's no telling when someone might come along and see them. Right now, he doubts either of them feels like explaining why they're tangling lips on a park bench.]

Here? Or... do you want to take this somewhere else?

[revengier]

[ And now Akira will have to deal with that knowledge for the rest of his life!

His thoughts are similar to Akira's, and even though the thought of moving elsewhere specifically to kiss has his heart already hammering in his chest, he knows it's the better decision to make. The last thing they need is another public event. ]

...We could go to your room.

[ It's closer, after all.

Kurapika begins to pack up their food, not bothering to wait for Akira to confirm that that's where he wants to go. ]

Why did you kiss me?

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[Ah. Packing up their food without even waiting for a reply is pretty decisive, isn't it? Akira troubles his lips, but he's up on his feet and heading back towards the manor without a second thought.]

Because I felt like it. It was nothing as deep as thinking about whether you were a good person or not.

[I just like you.]

Honestly, I thought you hated me after what happened last time.