[He's not quite certain what Ren is getting at, but goes with the flow, so to speak.]
I've seen forums that you wouldn't have access to. Trust me, I've read and seen far worse than whatever you mean.
[He has not and takes it a little too literally. But then, there's something about Ren's smile that gets him a little more riled up. As the words spill out of Ren's lips he blinks in surprise first at the request, and then the cutting words that end with the perfect insult to ruffle Akechi's feather ever-so-perfectly.]
You...
[It stings, despite the harsh truth of it all (even if not literally) and pushes Akechi to snarl at him, perhaps to remind Ren that he's not dealing with just a sword, but an atomic bomb. His fangs appear as his mouth opens. My, my what sharp teeth you have, Akechi. He doesn't really remove the shirt so much as push it upward but only for his back so that it is visible, but still covering his front. He then sits upright, both to push Ren a little lower, but also so that he can manifest the wings behind himself. The bat-like leathery wings spill on both sides of the bed. Just in case Ren thought he was kidding. His eyes glow red before they return to normal.]
[ The rest of the air rushes out of Ren’s lungs with a soft oof when his back hits the mattress flat. Akechi always did have a threatening aura about him in bed, an aggression that Ren took as pushback on his inexperience mingled with his resentment for Ren, smoldering embers fit to flare up with the right fuel.
Ren seemed to have found the right fuel. He’s seen this a bit - flashes of red and dark, incorporeal slashes of white and black as Loki pressed at the back of Akechi’s psyche. But this - this is new entirely.
It’s quiet in the wake of that challenge, more so because Ren if faintly taking in the wings and the glimmer of something bloodier than before. So it’s true, huh.
Slowly, an eye cast to Akechi’s face, Ren reaches a hand toward one wing, skimming lightly where its solid structure connects with the flat of Akechi’s back. An absentminded smile grows, reaching Ren’s eyes as he completely ignores the mortal danger he’s in while presses curious fingers into the heavier musculature that supports the wings, quietly taken in that moment. ]
[He was too easy to rile up, when one(1) Ren Amamiya was involved. He realized his stupidity mere seconds later, the odd contrast of silence that followed his outburst as his rival contemplated Akechi's wings.
Of course, leave it be for the Gentleman Phantom Thief to continue to throw safety out the window, moving close to him as Goro had dared to challenge him. It still is a relatively new sensation to feel warm hands touching the wings that wasn't the air when he flew. The smile upon Ren's face causing confusion as he poked and prodded, knowing full well Akechi could just fling him now if he really wanted.]
No. [His voice is low when he speaks. Almost like a growl rising from his throat.] Transformation is as painless as donning a Metaverse outfit...however there is an action to a reaction. The more I use it, the more...
[He can't help himself, with Ren being so close. The wing his rival is tending to closes almost like a cape around the other, as Akechi briefly moves his mouth at the other's neck. His fangs touch at the skin, but not piercing it before he pulls back, his breathe so close Ren would feel it on his skin.]
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I've seen forums that you wouldn't have access to. Trust me, I've read and seen far worse than whatever you mean.
[He has not and takes it a little too literally. But then, there's something about Ren's smile that gets him a little more riled up. As the words spill out of Ren's lips he blinks in surprise first at the request, and then the cutting words that end with the perfect insult to ruffle Akechi's feather ever-so-perfectly.]
You...
[It stings, despite the harsh truth of it all (even if not literally) and pushes Akechi to snarl at him, perhaps to remind Ren that he's not dealing with just a sword, but an atomic bomb. His fangs appear as his mouth opens. My, my what sharp teeth you have, Akechi. He doesn't really remove the shirt so much as push it upward but only for his back so that it is visible, but still covering his front. He then sits upright, both to push Ren a little lower, but also so that he can manifest the wings behind himself. The bat-like leathery wings spill on both sides of the bed. Just in case Ren thought he was kidding. His eyes glow red before they return to normal.]
Remove it yourself if you're so eager.
[That is not his normal voice.]
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[ The rest of the air rushes out of Ren’s lungs with a soft oof when his back hits the mattress flat. Akechi always did have a threatening aura about him in bed, an aggression that Ren took as pushback on his inexperience mingled with his resentment for Ren, smoldering embers fit to flare up with the right fuel.
Ren seemed to have found the right fuel. He’s seen this a bit - flashes of red and dark, incorporeal slashes of white and black as Loki pressed at the back of Akechi’s psyche. But this - this is new entirely.
It’s quiet in the wake of that challenge, more so because Ren if faintly taking in the wings and the glimmer of something bloodier than before. So it’s true, huh.
Slowly, an eye cast to Akechi’s face, Ren reaches a hand toward one wing, skimming lightly where its solid structure connects with the flat of Akechi’s back. An absentminded smile grows, reaching Ren’s eyes as he completely ignores the mortal danger he’s in while presses curious fingers into the heavier musculature that supports the wings, quietly taken in that moment. ]
Does it hurt to bring them out?
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Of course, leave it be for the Gentleman Phantom Thief to continue to throw safety out the window, moving close to him as Goro had dared to challenge him. It still is a relatively new sensation to feel warm hands touching the wings that wasn't the air when he flew. The smile upon Ren's face causing confusion as he poked and prodded, knowing full well Akechi could just fling him now if he really wanted.]
No. [His voice is low when he speaks. Almost like a growl rising from his throat.] Transformation is as painless as donning a Metaverse outfit...however there is an action to a reaction. The more I use it, the more...
[He can't help himself, with Ren being so close. The wing his rival is tending to closes almost like a cape around the other, as Akechi briefly moves his mouth at the other's neck. His fangs touch at the skin, but not piercing it before he pulls back, his breathe so close Ren would feel it on his skin.]
...energy needs to be recharged, so to speak.