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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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.