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KURUSU AKIRA
17/M/Earth 2017

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[afailedmurder]

On the edge.

[raises his own]

[survivaltricks]

[A TOAST!! bumps their glasses together before drawing back to--]

[. . . not quite take a sip just yet, but that's because he's sniffing the champagne first. BABY'S FIRST. . . CHAMPAGNE. . .]

[afailedmurder]

[Akechi will just knock some back]

[...well it's also his first so he chokes on it a little]

[survivaltricks]

[SNRK]

I don't think you're supposed to shoot champagne, detective.

[taking a much more careful and CLASSY sip]

[afailedmurder]

I've stopped caring about what I'm "supposed" to do.

[but he's a little embarrassed, so this time he sips it like normal]

[survivaltricks]

[another sip. . . and a thoughtful noise]

Kind of sweet, though. . . I thought alcohol was supposed to be more bitter.

[afailedmurder]

It's a little sour...

[another sip]

...I don't dislike it.

[survivaltricks]

[eeeeeh]

I think I'd prefer a cup of coffee.

[but he too takes another sip. he's COMMITTED so he'll at least finish a cup]

[afailedmurder]

Yes, that's my preference as well.

[peering into his glass. he will also keep drinking]

Although to be fair, I've never experienced the effect of alcohol.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira is gonna munch on some chicken while they drink, simply because he doesn't want it to get cold]

Me neither. Lala-san was always suuuuper strict about her liquor. I could never sneak a glass.

[NOT THAT HE REALLY WANTED TO, since he was always there for Work Purposes (TM), but still]

[afailedmurder]

I've seen enough grown men turning into gibbering idiots to question the appeal.

[tearing into a drumstick]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . hah]

[reaches out to gently knock his knuckles against Akechi's forehead]

One celebratory drink won't hurt us.

[afailedmurder]

[brushes his hand away]

It was my idea. Even I get curious about these things from time to time...

[survivaltricks]

[a tiny little huff]

And there's nothing wrong with that.

[raises the glass again! though not for a full on toast this time, as he takes another sip]

[afailedmurder]

[does the same]

I know. But in the moment, it feels a bit... silly. To act as though I'm a normal teenager.

[survivaltricks]

[ah. . .]

[a tiny little smile, half-hidden by his cup]

Because you've never had the chance to be one before. Right?

[afailedmurder]

And because I didn't want to be one.

I'm not sure I do now. But in lieu of anything else to do, and stuck here with you...

[shrugs]

Well, we may as well do things your way.

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

Hold on, can I get this moment framed?

[A MOMENT WHERE AKECHI ADMITS TO DOING SOMETHING AKIRA'S WAY??]

[afailedmurder]

No.

[survivaltricks]

Too late. I've already committed it to memory. A mental picture is good enough.

[SIPS HIS CHAMPAGNE]

[afailedmurder]

Your word against mine.

[nibbles a biscuit]

[survivaltricks]

[an amused snort]

I don't need anyone else to believe it so long as I alone am the keeper of truth.

[afailedmurder]

The gloating is unbecoming.

[pours himself some more champagne. also moving to top off Akira's glass]

[survivaltricks]

[holds out his glass to allow for this]

All right, all right. I'll call it there.

[afailedmurder]

I'll drink to that.

[raises his glass and has a sip]

So. What did you get me for Christmas?