[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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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.