superbeast | [ IC CONTACT ]

You asked for it!

[ --and leaning forward to blow in his face again-- just closer, this time. ]

Ah, is that how it is?

[takes advantage of that distance to blow at his face right back.]

[ no, no, that will not do. Akito moves a hand forward, and-- pinches Akira's nose between his index finger and thumb.

and waits. he'll have to give up at some point. ]

Shh'.

... are you trying to kill me?

Would it really be this easy?

Maybe. I'm only human. Though knowing what happens when you die in this place, I'd haunt you when I got back.

[ .. just going to wait here, then. with his fingers still pinching Akira's nose. ]

[Akito, why. why would you betray him like this.

though after a few seconds, Akira's first attempt at getting that hand away is to stick his tongue out and try to lick Akito's fingers.]

[ Akira has a mouth, he won't die. but that's fine, go ahead and lick at his fingers, it doesn't bother him. ]

That's a terrible strategy.

[lick, liiiick. granted, it would probably be a lot more effective if this were Agito.]

Why?

[ piiinches. yeah, you're getting nowhere with that. ]

Well, is it working?

Very slowly, maybe.

[the hand that wasn't wrapped around Akito? quickly gets moved for some surprise tickling to his sides.]

[ both of his hands flinch back in response to that tickling, moving to try and shove Akira's hand away. ]

Stoooppp, that tiiicklesss!

[akira: 1, akito: 0.]

Are you sure? I don't think that sounds very sincere. [aka, no, not stopping just yet.]

[ ROLLING, RIGHT INTO THE WALL. ]

Nooooo, Akiraaaaaa!

Hmmm? What's wrong, Akito?

[said all too innocently, the tickling being toned down just slightly. nothing suspicious here!]

That's cheaating! Mean!

[ deep breaths, in between giggles as he shoves at those hands more. ]

[he lets his hands back down for a moment at those shoves, just hovering close instead.]

Shhh, accept defeat gracefully. Or I'll have to tickle you forever!

You win! I give up, no moree.

[ PRESSING HIS HANDS TO HIS SIDES, so Akira hopefully can't-- tickle him there anymore. ]

[laughs at the reaction before his hand reaches up to ruffle up akito's hair, then it returns to its previous spot just lazily draped over akito's middle.]

This turned out to be some great nap, hm?

Nap ruiner.

[ huff, huffff. ] I'll get up now.

Well, there is a pretty great cake waiting for you. It'd be a shame to just lay here and not eat it.

Okay, okay.

[ --and sitting himself up, to crawl up and off of the futon. ]

[follows akito's lead, taking a look around the room since it wasn't every day he came up to the kogarasumaru base. it was exactly what he'd expect.]

Do we need to get some of your things?

[ after he's up on his feet, Akito idly brushes his hands down the front of his shirt and over the thighs of his pants-- not that there's anything there to brush off, but it straightens out the wrinkles a little, at least. there's a pause, when Akira speaks-- but he just shakes his head and moves towards the door. ]

No, it's alright. I moved most of my things to your apartment when Simca came, and I didn't bring anything with me here. I don't need the rest. [ he doesn't particularly feel like going back in there at this moment, either. moving a hand out, he reaches to thread his fingers in between Akira's own. ]

What kind of cake is it?

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