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KURUSU AKIRA
17/M/Earth 2017

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[survivaltricks]

[blinks]

[a little surprised]

It isn't, but-- you're afraid you're going to mess up Christmas??

[???? HE'S HAD A GOOD TIME SO FAR]

[afailedmurder]

Well, as we've already crossed the threshold of awkwardness and discomfort... yes?

[survivaltricks]

[aw. . .]

Hey. . . I'm having a good time.

[SINCERELY!!!]

Don't overthinking it, okay? It's just me.

[afailedmurder]

Right. Of course — I know that. Forget I said anything.

[embarrassed, but. he's right! it's just him!!]

[survivaltricks]

[hmmm. . . studying Akechi curiously, before lifting his champagne cup again]

Do you like fireworks?

[afailedmurder]

I don't dislike them, though I usually avoid going due to the crowds.

[survivaltricks]

What I'm thinking of doesn't involve any crowds.

[downs the rest of his champagne in a large gulp, though he makes a face afterwards]

After we cut into the cake, lets go set off some fireworks.

[afailedmurder]

I could go for that.

[survivaltricks]

[finishing off the last of his chicken, holding out his cup to Akechi almost demandingly]

More champagne, then.

[SO THEY CAN BE REAL TEENAGERS AND PLAY WITH FIREWORKS WHILE DRUNK, I GUESS]

[afailedmurder]

Yes, yes.

[pours it out. tops his own off as well]

Cheers.

[survivaltricks]

Mmm.

[kicking the champagne back with much more ease than he did earlier, and then going to DIG INTO THE CAKE]

How big of a piece do you want?

[afailedmurder]

Don't hold back.

[drinking his own champagne pretty casually as well now]

[survivaltricks]

[cuts him a slice that is like. . . at least an entire quarter of the cake]

[and then cutting a much smaller slice for himself because he doesn't really have a sweet tooth]

[afailedmurder]

[he probably won't even eat that much, it just seemed like a cool thing to say]

[has another drink. then, feeling emboldened by alcohol and the confirmation that he has not, in fact, ruined Christmas:]

Say... am I the first boy you've ever kissed?

[survivaltricks]

[-- chokes a little on a bite of cake, suddenly turning away to cough and like. try not to die]

W-- what?

[but it's fine, he regains his composure pretty quickly]

Mmmaybe. . . why?

[answer: yes]

[afailedmurder]

Curiosity. With you, anything is possible.

[takes a bite of cake]

But it seems like I was, huh?

[survivaltricks]

Mmm.

[another sip of champagne, a little bit of the alcohol's heat settling into his stomach and cheeks]

Yeah. First guy I've kissed.

But not my first kiss ever.

[afailedmurder]

That much doesn't surprise me. You've always that sort of debonair charm.

[survivaltricks]

[heh]

I took a lot of baths.

[AS THOUGH THAT. . . HELPED]

And you?

[afailedmurder]

I've also taken a number of baths.

[give him the opportunity to be a smartass...]

[survivaltricks]

[omg]

[DRYLY]

I can tell. Your hair is very clean. . . ly.

[what]

But that's not what I was asking.

[afailedmurder]

[drinking a little more]

Well, what do you think? I had a sizable fan base, you know. It wouldn't have been difficult to acquire a girlfriend or two.

[survivaltricks]

[finishes about half of his cake before he pushes it away, leans back in his chair, and stretches lazily]

No. And you're cute too, so you had that going for you.

[w-what]

But the only girl you told me about was one you said you turned down.

[afailedmurder]

That's right, I did tell you that. There I go giving myself away again.

[eats a consolation bite of cake]

She painted me into a corner. I really did try to make sure they never had the chance to confess in the first place.

[did he not notice the "cute" or is it just so internalized that he doesn't even bat an eye at it?]

[survivaltricks]

[AKIRA IS SAFE. . . FOR NOW]

Akechi dodging confessions like a ninja. . .

[heh]

Anyawy, that's girls. What about boys?