[ It's all right. They're by themselves, so embarrassing distractions are okay. He even swings their hands back and forth to make all of this seem silly. It's just an empty museum. ]
I would say front.
[ Because they can see from the lobby that it's slightly open for some reason, as if telling them to just leave. It may just be the short gust that opened it. The doors have worn down over time, after all. It's really... Nothing to worry about. Even if there's another shrill creak from upstairs—IT'S FINE. Out the door they go! How nice, Recolle is on the verge of dusk. ]
[Awesome. Wonderful. Goro's letting go of Akira's hand to fit the chains back around the handles of the door, lock this evil away.]
... Well. That was exciting. I'm certain it was some kind of wild animal, though... All I could think about were those humanoid monsters that could climb the walls.
[ At least that's what he's comparing it to, though he does remember several exorcist movies where the possessed can scale the walls. There's also Arachno-Man, but he's entirely different. ]
It is likely an animal as you said. This place would be a fine nest for several critters.
[ But how would they get in? Mice are definitely not heavy or loud enough to prompt creaks and opening doors. The reasoning marquees pretty quickly in Akira's thought bubble, but a loud noise deep within the building pops it completely. ]
Yeah... I don't think I would be happy about someone breaking into my home.
[ Forest! Forest. They're traversing the great and beautifully illuminated sunset kissed city to find their rightful place for a late night picnic. They really ran late and it finally hits Akira when they find a nice that's still close to civilization with open space.
They were supposed to watch it?? There's at least some light out so he can splay the little quilt. ]
The dumplings are probably cold by now, but I also packed some sandwiches. At least the miso soup should be all right? Since it's in a thermos.
[ Watch him just take out a fuckton of shit out of his bag. There's also the obvious dessert container with the sweets Goro asked for. ]
[... Holy shit, that's a lot. Goro's flattered? And-- there, his sweets, he is resisting the urge to immediately grab them and instead sneakily scooting closer to take them instead. The lack of their sunset doesn't seem to bother him.]
You made so much... I'm sure it's fine, Akira, I simply can't wait to try it. Did you cook away your nervousness or something?
[HE'S ONLY JOKING, OF COURSE, but that'd be cute. His bubble's got hearts again. Food..!]
[ Scratching his cheek, maybe he had the thought in mind to make enough for more than two people now that he lives in Mochi house. ]
Some of my housemates were munching on a couple, so I guess I made more than intended.
[ Now that their little picnic is set up, he pulls out the empty mason jars that they're going to catch these fireflies in. How the hell are they going to dip their dumplings in sauce when it's almost dark out? No fear. Akira brings out a battery-powered lantern, too.
[This has gone from touching to embarrassing. It feels like a real date. Which it is..? There's still so much to think about though, no matter if those two are right.
... It's still weird to think that Goro'd wanted to ask him out to do just this, and they still ended up doing it even though it hadn't been sent to the right person... Ah, be still his beating heart.]
I don't suppose you have music prepared for our picnic as well?
[ Good friends have nice dates together. Just the underlying feelings would be different, young detective. Akira finally settles onto the quilt, ready to dig in, but is interrupted by a half-assed question.
Uhm. Pulling out his phone, he flips through the music tab and plays a song (Beneath the Mask)?? ]
[This kid has had all of one close friend in his life and it was Haru, his knowledge in things that good friends do is not wide. He settles too, ready to dig in himself, and... oh.]
... I was only joking, you know.
[What a solemn song?? But it's pretty regardless, and he does seem to appreciate it.]
[ It's okay... Akira doesn't know any better, either. They can be stinted in this experience together. He arches an eyebrow at Goro like is it because of his taste in music? WHAT IS WRONG?? Fine. He'll pause his music.
IS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? ]
Shall I sing you something, then?
[ Maybe he should call Yusuke just to get him to sing for them. ]
[jesus christ that's taking him by surprise, laughter bursting loudly out of him. He shakes, pressing a hand to his mouth to try and keep it all inside. His thoughts are betraying him, of course, hearts and bubbles filling the cloud like champagne as he turns his face away to cough.]
That's-- You have quite the voice, Akira. You're truly a threat to my health.
[ DOn'T LAUGh? Now he sputters, smiling to himself in order to keep himself from laughing, but he ends up doing it anyway. God. The things he does just for a kick out of life. ]
Baby, I'm sorry. [ Yes, he's going to continue. ] I'm not sorry.
[God, if he doesn't want to kiss him. But Goro keeps it tucked to himself, pushing Akira with his hand as his laughter continues. He shouldn't. No matter how much he wants to, or how much he admitted to Sena about Akira's possible want of it, his memories are a firm anchor against it.]
Stop, stop, you're going to kill me! [by being so cute, mostly] Miss Velveteen won't forgive you if her lead detective dies!
[Not that he really will die, but his chest is squeezing tight enough for it.]
[ WHY ARE YOU PUSHING HIM?? He's just singing whatever song that comes to mind? Or at least verses and pieces of them that he finds appropriate. Are they just going to forget their food? ]
No, I don't want no scrub. A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hanging out the passenger side of his best man's ride, trying to holler at me.
[ Finally, he'll stop since he can see Goro's expression just spelling death from laughter. ]
Probably, [he wheezes a bit, battling to get his breath even again,] but I don't see how I could've met a demon if I was.
[Because there's no way he'd go to hell??
... Probably??? Betrayers get some level of it, right. Whatever. Goro coughs, clearing his throat and waving a hand, trying his fucking best not to sound utterly endeared to Akira and his dumb antics.]
You're unbearable. You deserved to be born on April's Fools Day. It's your punishment.
[well, he doesn't sound hopelessly charmed, that's good enough.]
[ He doesn't take calling him out for being a Fools' baby and deserving all damnation too kindly!! So instead of replying with some quip that should smack Goro back down to the circle of hell he belong in, Akira reaches over to pinch his nose.
Even if it's painfully obvious that Goro is just smitten, THAT ISN'T ENOUGH PAIN.. ]
Maybe I should eat your pastries.
[ Where is that container? He reaches for it with his free hand. ]
[ He wants to keep his cool, but he instantly sputters at that reaction... then comes a laughing fit. It's not nearly as hard because he's sticking the best he can, but his shoulders are shaking and tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
What kind of dramatized gasp is that? And that sweet tooth craze behavior? Note to himself: he needs to threaten Goro's pastries more often. ]
You should at least have a legitimate meal first.
[ The nose pinching becomes cheek pinching. Double cheek pinching. ]
[Goro's face is trapped and he finds it hard to scowl even playfully, setting the sweets aside after a moment to take Akira's hands from his cheeks and... kind of hold them, apparently, he has no idea what he's doing but he sure is doing it. Now he's kind of smitten, yes.]
You're cute when you laugh. [Just an observation. An observation he realizes is kind of Weird when he's sitting here holding Akira's hands, though he's reluctant to let them go.
Because they'll pinch him again. Yeah. God, his bubble is filled with hearts.] Um. Don't pinch me if I let you go. That is, when I let you go, it's not really an if situation.
[ That is a bit weird... But Akira doesn't think much of it. Goro has already he thought he was cute the first time he laid his eyes on him? ]
Thanks.
[ He'll take it as a compliment despite how he can feel the awkward swirl in his chest. Even more that he sees the heart fountain in Goro's bubble. It's actually amusing? So he can't help but smile. ]
I won't. It's a promise.
[ Akira isn't even struggling because they really need to start eating? It's night now. ]
[He'll reluctantly let go, quickly mumbling a prayer for the food out of habit and begins eating. It's good? It's good, he's actually going to slow his roll to savor it, embarrassment cast aside in favor of giving Akira an appreciative smile.
At least it's not butt o'clock? Just getting dark. It's less romantic and more camp feeling too, which is. not something he's experienced before, how quaint.
... he doesn't trust himself to talk but his bubble's doing a swell job of blooming flowers.]
[ Goro may be eating happily, but Akira just holds a sandwich in his mouth like it's toast and he's some anime girl running to school. Why? The dumplings are generally reserved for his friend. AND there are so few fireflies out, so he has to multitask here. Silver might be better at this, but he catches one in his hands.
Muffled noises. It sounds like he's trying to instruct Goro: "Please get the jar." ]
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I would say front.
[ Because they can see from the lobby that it's slightly open for some reason, as if telling them to just leave. It may just be the short gust that opened it. The doors have worn down over time, after all. It's really... Nothing to worry about. Even if there's another shrill creak from upstairs—IT'S FINE. Out the door they go! How nice, Recolle is on the verge of dusk. ]
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... Well. That was exciting. I'm certain it was some kind of wild animal, though... All I could think about were those humanoid monsters that could climb the walls.
[God, they were gross.]
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[ At least that's what he's comparing it to, though he does remember several exorcist movies where the possessed can scale the walls. There's also Arachno-Man, but he's entirely different. ]
It is likely an animal as you said. This place would be a fine nest for several critters.
[ But how would they get in? Mice are definitely not heavy or loud enough to prompt creaks and opening doors. The reasoning marquees pretty quickly in Akira's thought bubble, but a loud noise deep within the building pops it completely. ]
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It seems there's a definite reasoning behind those ghost tours only being on the outside... whatever lives inside wouldn't like visitors.
[Whether it be a fucking bear or whatever.]
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[ Forest! Forest. They're traversing the great and beautifully illuminated sunset kissed city to find their rightful place for a late night picnic. They really ran late and it finally hits Akira when they find a nice that's still close to civilization with open space.
They were supposed to watch it?? There's at least some light out so he can splay the little quilt. ]
The dumplings are probably cold by now, but I also packed some sandwiches. At least the miso soup should be all right? Since it's in a thermos.
[ Watch him just take out a fuckton of shit out of his bag. There's also the obvious dessert container with the sweets Goro asked for. ]
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You made so much... I'm sure it's fine, Akira, I simply can't wait to try it. Did you cook away your nervousness or something?
[HE'S ONLY JOKING, OF COURSE, but that'd be cute. His bubble's got hearts again. Food..!]
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[ Scratching his cheek, maybe he had the thought in mind to make enough for more than two people now that he lives in Mochi house. ]
Some of my housemates were munching on a couple, so I guess I made more than intended.
[ Now that their little picnic is set up, he pulls out the empty mason jars that they're going to catch these fireflies in. How the hell are they going to dip their dumplings in sauce when it's almost dark out? No fear. Akira brings out a battery-powered lantern, too.
... He has a lot of things in his bag. ]
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... It's still weird to think that Goro'd wanted to ask him out to do just this, and they still ended up doing it even though it hadn't been sent to the right person... Ah, be still his beating heart.]
I don't suppose you have music prepared for our picnic as well?
[He's joking, please don't take him seriously.]
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Uhm. Pulling out his phone, he flips through the music tab and plays a song (Beneath the Mask)?? ]
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... I was only joking, you know.
[What a solemn song?? But it's pretty regardless, and he does seem to appreciate it.]
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IS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? ]
Shall I sing you something, then?
[ Maybe he should call Yusuke just to get him to sing for them. ]
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DAMMIT.]
You wouldn't.
[Would he?]
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Baby girl, what's your name? Lemme talk to you. Let me buy you a drink~♫
[ At least he picked an awful song just for fun. ]
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That's-- You have quite the voice, Akira. You're truly a threat to my health.
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Baby, I'm sorry. [ Yes, he's going to continue. ] I'm not sorry.
[ Okay, he needs to Stop. ]
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Stop, stop, you're going to kill me! [by being so cute, mostly] Miss Velveteen won't forgive you if her lead detective dies!
[Not that he really will die, but his chest is squeezing tight enough for it.]
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No, I don't want no scrub. A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hanging out the passenger side of his best man's ride, trying to holler at me.
[ Finally, he'll stop since he can see Goro's expression just spelling death from laughter. ]
Are you dead?
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[Because there's no way he'd go to hell??
... Probably??? Betrayers get some level of it, right. Whatever. Goro coughs, clearing his throat and waving a hand, trying his fucking best not to sound utterly endeared to Akira and his dumb antics.]
You're unbearable. You deserved to be born on April's Fools Day. It's your punishment.
[well, he doesn't sound hopelessly charmed, that's good enough.]
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Even if it's painfully obvious that Goro is just smitten, THAT ISN'T ENOUGH PAIN.. ]
Maybe I should eat your pastries.
[ Where is that container? He reaches for it with his free hand. ]
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Pry it from my dead hands, Kurusu.
[... He's very serious about his sweets, apparently.]
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What kind of dramatized gasp is that? And that sweet tooth craze behavior? Note to himself: he needs to threaten Goro's pastries more often. ]
You should at least have a legitimate meal first.
[ The nose pinching becomes cheek pinching. Double cheek pinching. ]
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You're cute when you laugh. [Just an observation. An observation he realizes is kind of Weird when he's sitting here holding Akira's hands, though he's reluctant to let them go.
Because they'll pinch him again. Yeah. God, his bubble is filled with hearts.] Um. Don't pinch me if I let you go. That is, when I let you go, it's not really an if situation.
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Thanks.
[ He'll take it as a compliment despite how he can feel the awkward swirl in his chest. Even more that he sees the heart fountain in Goro's bubble. It's actually amusing? So he can't help but smile. ]
I won't. It's a promise.
[ Akira isn't even struggling because they really need to start eating? It's night now. ]
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At least it's not butt o'clock? Just getting dark. It's less romantic and more camp feeling too, which is. not something he's experienced before, how quaint.
... he doesn't trust himself to talk but his bubble's doing a swell job of blooming flowers.]
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Muffled noises. It sounds like he's trying to instruct Goro: "Please get the jar." ]
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