I don't see why you'd need to be impressed. I'm a man of my word, aren't I?
[Yes, that was a joke from Goro Akechi. Please enjoy and savour it. It lasts about as long as Ren gets into his personal space and Akechi's mind begins to race with thoughts (perhaps a few more lewd than he'd want to admit - was it the alcohol removing his inhibitions without the aid of Loki) of what his rival was planning. Until he adjusted his very well ironed and straightened tie like he had misplaced it. What.
His look is pure confusion as to what this was supposed to signify.]
Don't be too cocky in yourself just yet. You may have won the first battle but I'll win the war, just you wait.
[He doesn't do anything yet when Ren is done, enjoying the view as always of his rival's...physique as he prepares his shot. Impressive, much better than he had expected.
This is his move to pounce. After taking the time to inch himself towards the bottle and downing another shot he returns just in time before Ren is about to aim at the next ball.]
Since you aided me with my tie....here, let me fix your messy hair before you shoot.
[It's not something normal Akechi would have done, but slightly drunk and ready to play a little more dirty in public than normal Akechi is fine with what he's doing. Deliberately slow, he starts at the neck before ruffling up into his hair for less than a minute (but what probably felt like more) before giving him a small pat and then setting right next to him, deliberately putting both of his hands on the edge of the table.]
Well...I can't perform miracles but it is a little better.
Aww, don't downplay yourself like that. You won the first game!
[ Intimidation, dear detective. Tie-straightening is very intimidating and also sexy and no two qualities describe better describe Ren, no? Shut up, at least wait until you're not face to face with him anymore before you stop laughing.
Why Akechi thinks fixing his (frankly unfixable) hair will give him a competitive edge Ren has no idea. Such is the logic of the lightweight, he supposed, mixed with his rival's propensity for pettiness. Drunk and petty is an entertaining combination, but it isn't like it's a valid plan of attack -
...
Erm.
Well. He's icing Ren. Yeah, that's it. Delaying him when he's all raring to go with his break for the final game and Akechi has simply chosen this time to indulge his (understandable) fascination with Ren's sentient mop. Totally.
Would that it wasn't as distracting as it is, dragging Ren's mind away from the game and back to where the hindbrain resides, purring its approval. His hand hesitates on the stick, a small undefined sound caught in his throat, and soon after Akechi retreats he forces his voice back into normal range. ]
[The sweetest confirmation that the distraction is going smoothly when Ren is the one being confused by his actions, uttering a sound that stirs Akechi in a mixture of alcoholic rush and licentious curiosity. Oh yes. This is also very good. He has to wonder what 'Ace' and 'Raven' were considered to each other to know such details. What a great boon that Ren seemed to be swayed the same way.]
Of course.
[There's a small hummm from him that sounds completely satisfied. He leans on the edge, extended his legs backwards like a cat stretching out as much as possible.]
Please. I eagerly await every movement you make.
[Is that a lie or not? A mystery...but he is looking at Ren instead of the balls or stick.]
[ Ren was hardly privy to whatever information it is that Akechi has covertly received courtesy of Raven, but what one might conclude is that they were banging, okay. Probably in a loving relationship if Raven's behavior with him could be extrapolated with any accuracy. They were banging and Akechi is reaping the benefits of their trusty lusty sexcapades.
What bothers Ren isn't that Akechi is successfully employing this info that he shouldn't have, but that he's been taken so off guard that Akechi would come onto him without provokation that his uncertain "Alright?" sounds as shook as he feels. What's more is that when he does successfully break the rack none of them deign to go into any pockets, prompting Ren to pull his stoneface into place. Can't let Akechi know he's in his head, right?
Clicking his tongue, Ren leans on his cue and offers little else besides. ]
[Sweet, sweet, schadenfreude. When the balls are hit and nothing sinks in, Akechi feels a great swell of power that can be described as finally realizing (drunkenly) that he has the power with his looks to distract Ren? The fact Ren looks annoyed at him right now? Somehow that turns him on.
Not that he'd say that, he merely continues his poker face as he finishes polishing his stick with exaggerated flourish; Akechi is drunk but he's still a formidable billiards player.]
Watch and learn.
[He purposefully moves closer to Ren and hits the cue-ball with ease, sending the first ball into the nearest hole. Laughing, he rubs his cheek at Ren (???) as he moves over to have a quick drink (no stop) and prepare to hit number two.]
[ Peacock would have been a better codename for him.
Rather than laboring to dissect what, exactly, the fuck is going on-slash-how the situation has gotten away from him several times over by now, Ren has made a silent decision to Not Worry About It and gather data instead.
Questions that should be addressed:
What the hell?
Why the hell?
Booty feel like it looks?
Ren answers number three the next time Akechi comes over to show off and the thief feels little regret in taking what's been freely out out there, yanno?
[In retrospect, a clearer choice. At least for incapacitated Goro Akechi.
Are you stealing his booty Ren? No touch! Only look!
Akechi gives off a little undignified squawk in surprise, as apparently he somehow didn't think Ren would retaliate.]
Excuse me, but I am trying to play here.
[He does manage to pocket the next ball but the next one looks like it might be complicated. He needs a drink of water this time before he looses the game.]
Then you should be well aware that thieves don't fight fair. I'm out of your jurisdiction~.
[ Thirsty are we? There's no incentive to let up the offensive when it's having a clear effect, and Ren has neither the shame nor the sobriety to take mercy yet.
Fanning himself with his hand, he makes an exaggerated moue of discomfort as Ren then seemingly decides that it isn't enough. He exhales and starts picking open the top one... two... and what the hell, three buttons of his top and sighs with relief afterward, then reaching to take a large sip of his drink. ]
[Oh he hella thirsty right now and the alcohol is making him less put on the breaks and more 'hey listen to that little voice inside your head; forecast: you're horny'.
Or whatever part of his brain would also put on the breaks for what plan he has next. Quickly chalking his wood. He purposefully begins to wind up his shot before the white ball shoots upwards, out of the table and...right in the middle square of Ren's neck, rolling downwards right into his coat. Too perfect to be a mere accident. Akechi looks up at him before he speaks.]
Oh I'm sorry. It seems my ball rolled right into you.
[He places his cue stick on the billiards's side before walking over.]
[ Brakes? What are brakes? If Ren had any of those he probably would've stopped any of the three of them from continuing on with the booze. Lightweights - they're a thing. They're them. They are lightweights.
Which, if asked, will be the reason why Ren's reflexes are nonexistent and the trajectory of a billiards ball flying toward him and hitting square in the neck is... super not what he was expecting. At all. Ren is pretty sure all he can do is stare gormlessly at Akechi's approach and try to find out if he's hurt somewhere underneath the waves of alcohol he's consumed, and even if he was it's like... yeah?Akechi looks really good. He wants to mess up that tie, also does he need to go to the hospital. ]
[Sober Akechi would never have done this. Drunk Akechi does feel a little guilty for the 'accidental' hit on the neck. Hopefully he didn't hurt him...too much. Ren didn't seem that hurt. Just out of breathe. Maybe. Ren's a big boy, he can manage, or at least pull out a Persona that can heal him, at worse.
One hand briefly feels his neck, making sure he doesn't sense anything out of place, before he moves upwards with a single finger under his neck. Before the other can think, Akechi closes the gap with a small kiss, before his other hand does as he had said (threatened?) he would, right into the fabric, past Ren's intricately sculpted abs, and landing on his 'prize' a few inches below. A little disappointed it hadn't sunk in more, but, well, still worth it.
He slowly pulls it out before holding it cradled in his fingers in front of the both of them, looking way too pleased at himself.]
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[Yes, that was a joke from Goro Akechi. Please enjoy and savour it. It lasts about as long as Ren gets into his personal space and Akechi's mind begins to race with thoughts (perhaps a few more lewd than he'd want to admit - was it the alcohol removing his inhibitions without the aid of Loki) of what his rival was planning. Until he adjusted his very well ironed and straightened tie like he had misplaced it. What.
His look is pure confusion as to what this was supposed to signify.]
Don't be too cocky in yourself just yet. You may have won the first battle but I'll win the war, just you wait.
[He doesn't do anything yet when Ren is done, enjoying the view as always of his rival's...physique as he prepares his shot. Impressive, much better than he had expected.
This is his move to pounce. After taking the time to inch himself towards the bottle and downing another shot he returns just in time before Ren is about to aim at the next ball.]
Since you aided me with my tie....here, let me fix your messy hair before you shoot.
[It's not something normal Akechi would have done, but slightly drunk and ready to play a little more dirty in public than normal Akechi is fine with what he's doing. Deliberately slow, he starts at the neck before ruffling up into his hair for less than a minute (but what probably felt like more) before giving him a small pat and then setting right next to him, deliberately putting both of his hands on the edge of the table.]
Well...I can't perform miracles but it is a little better.
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[ Intimidation, dear detective. Tie-straightening is very intimidating and also sexy and no two qualities describe better describe Ren, no? Shut up, at least wait until you're not face to face with him anymore before you stop laughing.
Why Akechi thinks fixing his (frankly unfixable) hair will give him a competitive edge Ren has no idea. Such is the logic of the lightweight, he supposed, mixed with his rival's propensity for pettiness. Drunk and petty is an entertaining combination, but it isn't like it's a valid plan of attack -
...
Erm.
Well. He's icing Ren. Yeah, that's it. Delaying him when he's all raring to go with his break for the final game and Akechi has simply chosen this time to indulge his (understandable) fascination with Ren's sentient mop. Totally.
Would that it wasn't as distracting as it is, dragging Ren's mind away from the game and back to where the hindbrain resides, purring its approval. His hand hesitates on the stick, a small undefined sound caught in his throat, and soon after Akechi retreats he forces his voice back into normal range. ]
Uh, thanks? Can I break now?
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Of course.
[There's a small hummm from him that sounds completely satisfied. He leans on the edge, extended his legs backwards like a cat stretching out as much as possible.]
Please. I eagerly await every movement you make.
[Is that a lie or not? A mystery...but he is looking at Ren instead of the balls or stick.]
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What bothers Ren isn't that Akechi is successfully employing this info that he shouldn't have, but that he's been taken so off guard that Akechi would come onto him without provokation that his uncertain "Alright?" sounds as shook as he feels. What's more is that when he does successfully break the rack none of them deign to go into any pockets, prompting Ren to pull his stoneface into place. Can't let Akechi know he's in his head, right?
Clicking his tongue, Ren leans on his cue and offers little else besides. ]
Your go.
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Not that he'd say that, he merely continues his poker face as he finishes polishing his stick with exaggerated flourish; Akechi is drunk but he's still a formidable billiards player.]
Watch and learn.
[He purposefully moves closer to Ren and hits the cue-ball with ease, sending the first ball into the nearest hole. Laughing, he rubs his cheek at Ren (???) as he moves over to have a quick drink (no stop) and prepare to hit number two.]
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Rather than laboring to dissect what, exactly, the fuck is going on-slash-how the situation has gotten away from him several times over by now, Ren has made a silent decision to Not Worry About It and gather data instead.
Questions that should be addressed:
Ren answers number three the next time Akechi comes over to show off and the thief feels little regret in taking what's been freely out out there, yanno?
Learning lots, thanks senpai.
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Are you stealing his booty Ren?
No touch! Only look!Akechi gives off a little undignified squawk in surprise, as apparently he somehow didn't think Ren would retaliate.]
Excuse me, but I am trying to play here.
[He does manage to pocket the next ball but the next one looks like it might be complicated. He needs a drink of water this time before he looses the game.]
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Then you should be well aware that thieves don't fight fair. I'm out of your jurisdiction~.
[ Thirsty are we? There's no incentive to let up the offensive when it's having a clear effect, and Ren has neither the shame nor the sobriety to take mercy yet.
Fanning himself with his hand, he makes an exaggerated moue of discomfort as Ren then seemingly decides that it isn't enough. He exhales and starts picking open the top one... two... and what the hell, three buttons of his top and sighs with relief afterward, then reaching to take a large sip of his drink. ]
Ahh, much better.
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[Oh he hella thirsty right now and the alcohol is making him less put on the breaks and more 'hey listen to that little voice inside your head; forecast: you're horny'.
Or whatever part of his brain would also put on the breaks for what plan he has next. Quickly chalking his wood. He purposefully begins to wind up his shot before the white ball shoots upwards, out of the table and...right in the middle square of Ren's neck, rolling downwards right into his coat. Too perfect to be a mere accident. Akechi looks up at him before he speaks.]
Oh I'm sorry. It seems my ball rolled right into you.
[He places his cue stick on the billiards's side before walking over.]
Here, allow me to help you with that.
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[ Brakes? What are brakes? If Ren had any of those he probably would've stopped any of the three of them from continuing on with the booze. Lightweights - they're a thing. They're them. They are lightweights.
Which, if asked, will be the reason why Ren's reflexes are nonexistent and the trajectory of a billiards ball flying toward him and hitting square in the neck is... super not what he was expecting. At all. Ren is pretty sure all he can do is stare gormlessly at Akechi's approach and try to find out if he's hurt somewhere underneath the waves of alcohol he's consumed, and even if he was it's like... yeah?Akechi looks really good. He wants to mess up that tie, also does he need to go to the hospital. ]
Uh. [ Super smooth, Joker. ]
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One hand briefly feels his neck, making sure he doesn't sense anything out of place, before he moves upwards with a single finger under his neck. Before the other can think, Akechi closes the gap with a small kiss, before his other hand does as he had said (threatened?) he would, right into the fabric, past Ren's intricately sculpted abs, and landing on his 'prize' a few inches below. A little disappointed it hadn't sunk in more, but, well, still worth it.
He slowly pulls it out before holding it cradled in his fingers in front of the both of them, looking way too pleased at himself.]
I guess it's your turn now.