[ Go big or go home!! Which means no breaks for Goro Akechi as long as Akira is around. Those fingers continue to dig and prod at Goro's sides relentlessly and there's no end to the assault. He can't help but chuckle a little as he witnesses the hysterical sight—laughter is sort of infectious.
It takes another minute or two before the tickling slows to a halt. Rest up while you can. ]
Still alive?
[ What is even the best answer to this question...? ]
[Oh, god. Everything hurts. He feels dead inside, and he's just gonna lay back in the sand without a word, the only sign he's alive being the rise and fall of his chest as he evens his breathing out with minor starts of laughter.
... What is the best answer to that question...]
No, Akira. You've killed me. Done me in. [Another bit of laughter, but it's freely given and he's sitting up, hi Akira.] And now my ghost yearns for revenge!
[So it's your turn to get tickled, you son of a bitch, Goro's fingers are going for Akira immediately.]
[ Ohhhh boy!! He senses danger almost instantly when Goro sits up. Usually the dead don't stay dead after a tickle, so Akira scrambles for an advantageous position. Unfortunately, he only has the chance to shift away a centimeter or two, but he counters by quickly grabbing a hold of both wandering hands.
He may not be as ticklish as Goro, but he doesn't want to die. ]
Isn't that a little petty? Your spirit won't pass on if you keep holding on that grudge, Goro Akechi.
[ His nervous expression withers over time as their hands are occupied. There's a squeeze a here and there, then he slowly... lowers their hands together... Of course he's still holding onto them. He does not AND cannot trust that smile right now. ]
[ At first, Akira does well to fight off the laughter, squirming only a bit for the first couple seconds... But then he starts writhing violently, coughing up a giggle or two before heartily laughing. It isn't as loud as Goro's fit, but it's palpable that he's dying slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Enough to curl a bit and attempt to put distance between them. ]
is so nice and an honestly good distraction from his thoughts, he really likes Akira's laugh (as stupid as it is) and he gives chase for a little bit longer, then draws away to let the other breathe. Hopefully the pink his cheeks have gained will fade by the time Akira's alright.]
Akira leers from where he is, clutching onto his sides before he can relax. He stays there, a little defiant—a light kicks comes after Goro straight to his side before Akira rolls himself to sit up. Huffs!! His attempt to stay Upset ends in failure and his soft smile returns as he runs his fingers through his hair. ]
This isn't a romantic walk at all.
[ Since he's assuming this is a reference to that one late night conversation they had. Abruptly, he starts shaking his head so the sand lost in there flies out. Be careful. ]
[Goro makes mock pained noises, turning his smile away when the sand starts to fly. Starts to brush out his hair too, shaking it out lightly to not return fire to Akira.]
That's your fault. We could've had a wonderful stroll down the beach, but someone had to surprise me.
[And make them fall. Totally all Akira's fault. Definitely nothing he did to start this.]
But the night is young, Akira. [...] I don't really mind if we actually take one or not, it's just nice to be out here. The ocean's proximity is one of my favorite things about the city.
You were the one that thought sliding down into the beach on your bike was a good idea.
[ He shoots Goro a quizzical and obviously dubious look when he starts dusting off his clothes... Not that it matters, they're going to be riddled with sand down to their socks and everything. He picks himself up onto his feet and offers a hand.
They're at this part of their night again. ]
A walk is kind of boring. Why don't we get our feet wet instead?
[It's real tempting to drag Akira back down, but the ocean's got a draw far more appealing than messing around on the sand again; Goro takes his hand and helps himself up, grimacing at the feeling of sand between his socks and shoes. He's gonna take them off and leave them here.]
I hope you don't mean full swimming. It's dangerous to do that at night, you know.
[... But he's totally down for like, literally getting his feet wet. They'll have to be careful of crabs...]
[ He's taking off his shoes and sliding his socks off, too. Tossing them next to the bike, he watches the sea ripple in and pull back. It feels so close, yet so far... They would still need to make some distance over, maybe the "romantic walk". Stroking his chin, he hums thoughtfully to the crash of the rolling waves. ]
[You!! Are gone, he is not going to race he certainly, certainly
is taking off after him, what is the point of keeping fit for modeling if he isn't going to show off his speed. Goro's pausing when the waves start to roll over his ankles though, uncertain. It's warm enough for this, but... would it be uncool of him to just stay out here. Wet clothes are a trouble. Sand'll stick easier to them too. Who knows what is out there in the ocean at night.
Akira's long won this, but Goro'll reluctantly tread forward a bit more, babbling a bit over the ocean's song.]
We can't see where there might be sharp shells, we could lose our footing and go under unexpectedly, it's rather hard to see out here even with the moonlight too, I don't know CPR...
[ Exaggerated and exasperated sigh. Akira is fine! No broken seashells jabbed into his feet. No discarded glass, either. Fortunately, he's pretty sharp despite wearing some hipster prescription glasses. Closing his eyes, he takes in the crisp ocean breeze and the moving sand below his soles. They may feel a small clam or two, but harmless!
Peace and tranquility cracks when Goro's worries rise, almost akin to nagging. Akira opens his eyes to a squint, but looks over his shoulder before facing him completely. ]
I wasn't planning on going out further than this. [ And it's unlikely for him to be pulled by the tide from here, but... He strokes his chin. Contemplating. ] Not knowing CPR.
[More like an exasperated shout, but. Huff. He'd deny it if it was.
... That's good, though. Even if he doesn't like that tone Akira's got, this height of wave is fine. He'll kick them a bit, quietly taking in the night too, and shakes his head.]
I've never needed to know how. It's a useful life skill to have, but how often do you think someone's going to use it?
[ Shout? Yell? Scream? What will Goro accept?! Whatever helps him sleep at night, I guess. Akira walks a little further despite what he said, but not much—only two steps. He hums thoughtfully. ]
You'll never know when you can save a life, but it would be good if you could... Right?
[ ... ]
You can consider it your first kiss, too.
[ Assuming it would be. He doesn't know Goro's life story. ]
[#regrets. Though he'd figured this would happen and plays with his hands.]
It was after we moved here, and I tried my best to not antagonize others... though some people simply inspired that in me, and I inspired a violent streak in return.
[He presses his lips together moodily, then shakes his head.]
Nonetheless, it wasn't anything special. She wasn't, um, very much my type, I found.
[ How disappointing!! He was ready to hear a story about Goro's cliche first kiss as a child, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Someone has left Akira with a very dangerous transition here: ]
So what is your type?
[ Also, come walk with him. Standing in the water is a drag, no? ]
[Standing in the water is very nice, thank you, but he'd rather sit... just not right now, because he's not in the clothes for it. Should've thought ahead.]
[ Does he really want to sit in the water... I thought so. It's all right, They're only taking a little walk back to the sandy shores to safety so they can sit down.
Even if the beach is refreshing, Akira still feels the toll of the ungodly hour. ]
If you want me to, sure. I was just curious if your preferences changed.
[ Rubbing his neck, he's wondering if that's weird to ask now? CHANGE TACTICS. ]
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It takes another minute or two before the tickling slows to a halt. Rest up while you can. ]
Still alive?
[ What is even the best answer to this question...? ]
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... What is the best answer to that question...]
No, Akira. You've killed me. Done me in. [Another bit of laughter, but it's freely given and he's sitting up, hi Akira.] And now my ghost yearns for revenge!
[So it's your turn to get tickled, you son of a bitch, Goro's fingers are going for Akira immediately.]
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He may not be as ticklish as Goro, but he doesn't want to die. ]
Isn't that a little petty? Your spirit won't pass on if you keep holding on that grudge, Goro Akechi.
[ Please be deterred. ]
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I'll rest easy once I've gotten you back for my untimely demise. Take responsibility, Akira Kurusu. Accept your punishment.
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No.
[ HE WILL SURVIVE ]
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[Last chance!!!
... He is starting to realize their hands are still very much together but last chance!!]
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slowly releases Goro's hands and steels himself. Have mercy. ]
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You look like you're on death row, Akira. I won't torture you too badly.
[Sweet, sweet words. The wait must be worse than the act though, he's almost sure, so he waits a second more before descending on Akira's sides.
LAUGH, LAUGH YOU FOOL]
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Ever so slowly.
Enough to curl a bit and attempt to put distance between them. ]
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is so nice and an honestly good distraction from his thoughts, he really likes Akira's laugh (as stupid as it is) and he gives chase for a little bit longer, then draws away to let the other breathe. Hopefully the pink his cheeks have gained will fade by the time Akira's alright.]
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Akira leers from where he is, clutching onto his sides before he can relax. He stays there, a little defiant—a light kicks comes after Goro straight to his side before Akira rolls himself to sit up. Huffs!! His attempt to stay Upset ends in failure and his soft smile returns as he runs his fingers through his hair. ]
This isn't a romantic walk at all.
[ Since he's assuming this is a reference to that one late night conversation they had. Abruptly, he starts shaking his head so the sand lost in there flies out. Be careful. ]
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That's your fault. We could've had a wonderful stroll down the beach, but someone had to surprise me.
[And make them fall. Totally all Akira's fault. Definitely nothing he did to start this.]
But the night is young, Akira. [...] I don't really mind if we actually take one or not, it's just nice to be out here. The ocean's proximity is one of my favorite things about the city.
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[ He shoots Goro a quizzical and obviously dubious look when he starts dusting off his clothes... Not that it matters, they're going to be riddled with sand down to their socks and everything. He picks himself up onto his feet and offers a hand.
They're at this part of their night again. ]
A walk is kind of boring. Why don't we get our feet wet instead?
[ Taking his hand means yes. ]
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I hope you don't mean full swimming. It's dangerous to do that at night, you know.
[... But he's totally down for like, literally getting his feet wet. They'll have to be careful of crabs...]
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[ He's taking off his shoes and sliding his socks off, too. Tossing them next to the bike, he watches the sea ripple in and pull back. It feels so close, yet so far... They would still need to make some distance over, maybe the "romantic walk". Stroking his chin, he hums thoughtfully to the crash of the rolling waves. ]
I'll race you there.
[ Bye. ]
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[You!! Are gone, he is not going to race he certainly, certainly
is taking off after him, what is the point of keeping fit for modeling if he isn't going to show off his speed. Goro's pausing when the waves start to roll over his ankles though, uncertain. It's warm enough for this, but... would it be uncool of him to just stay out here. Wet clothes are a trouble. Sand'll stick easier to them too. Who knows what is out there in the ocean at night.
Akira's long won this, but Goro'll reluctantly tread forward a bit more, babbling a bit over the ocean's song.]
We can't see where there might be sharp shells, we could lose our footing and go under unexpectedly, it's rather hard to see out here even with the moonlight too, I don't know CPR...
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[ Exaggerated and exasperated sigh. Akira is fine! No broken seashells jabbed into his feet. No discarded glass, either. Fortunately, he's pretty sharp despite wearing some hipster prescription glasses. Closing his eyes, he takes in the crisp ocean breeze and the moving sand below his soles. They may feel a small clam or two, but harmless!
Peace and tranquility cracks when Goro's worries rise, almost akin to nagging. Akira opens his eyes to a squint, but looks over his shoulder before facing him completely. ]
I wasn't planning on going out further than this. [ And it's unlikely for him to be pulled by the tide from here, but... He strokes his chin. Contemplating. ] Not knowing CPR.
Concerning.
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[More like an exasperated shout, but. Huff. He'd deny it if it was.
... That's good, though. Even if he doesn't like that tone Akira's got, this height of wave is fine. He'll kick them a bit, quietly taking in the night too, and shakes his head.]
I've never needed to know how. It's a useful life skill to have, but how often do you think someone's going to use it?
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You'll never know when you can save a life, but it would be good if you could... Right?
[ ... ]
You can consider it your first kiss, too.
[ Assuming it would be. He doesn't know Goro's life story. ]
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[... Is that a cue to talk about his kiss record. Or. Um. Casual!]
It wouldn't be my first kiss anyway.
[#nailedit]
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Oh? I didn't know someone would be willing to kiss a mouth that insults their intelligence.
[ #regrets ]
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It was after we moved here, and I tried my best to not antagonize others... though some people simply inspired that in me, and I inspired a violent streak in return.
[He presses his lips together moodily, then shakes his head.]
Nonetheless, it wasn't anything special. She wasn't, um, very much my type, I found.
[to say the least.]
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[ How disappointing!! He was ready to hear a story about Goro's cliche first kiss as a child, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Someone has left Akira with a very dangerous transition here: ]
So what is your type?
[ Also, come walk with him. Standing in the water is a drag, no? ]
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Hoping to hook me up with a friend?
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Even if the beach is refreshing, Akira still feels the toll of the ungodly hour. ]
If you want me to, sure. I was just curious if your preferences changed.
[ Rubbing his neck, he's wondering if that's weird to ask now? CHANGE TACTICS. ]
How's it going with your crush?
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