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[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?

Alright.

[if anything, akira could always stop by and get the rest of akito's things later. he doesn't hesitate in holding akito's hand in return, giving his hand a light squeeze once their fingers are laced.]

It's a red velvet cake with butter cream frosting, topped off with chocolate covered strawberries.

I think you're getting almost too good at this, Akira.

[ not that Akito is complaining. no, he shifts over towards Akira, lightly bumps his hip into the other's own, then just keeps walking. ] What am I going to do, if you ever leave?

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I'll leave you some cookbooks in case that ever happens so that you don't starve. [hums, lightly swinging their hands for a moment in tune with their steps.]

I hope it doesn't, though.

Akira should go home, anyway. We don't belong here.

I know, but I don't want to go home if it'll mean you have to be stuck here alone.

I wouldn't be alone.

Kazu's been here since before I even was, Papa's here, Ikki is.

You're not on the best terms with Ikki, Agito probably wouldn't like moving in with Kaito, and Kazu-- well, I'm not sure what Kazu does.

[a shrug, on the side not holding akito's hand.] I know we don't get to choose, but I want us all to go home together.

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