[That makes him laugh, because shouldn't that be his line? He's the one who asked Akira out on this date, which means he's the one who's supposed to take charge of things, isn't he?
Well, whatever. It is what it is, and he gives a gentle nudge to Akira's foot with his own under the table.]
You're not planning on drugging me to get me into bed already, are you?
[It's said in an amused tone, clearly he's joking. He doesn't actually think Akira would drug him. This place? Sure, undoubtedly. Already has. But him? Nah.]
Saying it that way instantly bit Akira, but he did kind of deserve it... Outwardly, he's only frozen and blinked rapidly a few times, face tinting just a bit, so it's still salvageable at least. He scrapes together his brain for a response. It's time for a counterattack!]
I'm more of a gentleman than that, you know. [He props his chin up on his hands, giving Kazuya a look that could be called coquettish.] If I want to bring you to bed, I'll just ask nicely.
[Not a bad work, for being under duress a moment ago.]
[It makes his face go red, but his gaze doesn't falter. He has to keep his composure, after all, even if that did make him a little flustered.]
That'd be pretty forward of me to do on the first date, wouldn't it?
[Not a yes, and not a no - Akira likes to be frustratingly ambiguous like that, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Easier to guard his own feelings... but it's also no fun if he puts all of his cards on the table immediately, right?
More importantly...]
Is red your true eye color?
[The change was unexpected, but certainly not in a bad way. He doesn't know what it means, though - is it hurt, happiness, an exposure of Kazuya's true self...?]
It would be. [ He agrees with the slightest of nods, before Akira asks him that question, and he blinks a little.
Red?
Oh. ]
No, they're supposed to be blue. Sometimes they just change on their own, though.
[ A little annoying, but it's not like he generally notices, unless there's a demon around and his demon sense tingles to go with it, but most of the time it's just... weird. ]
I haven't really figured out why they change to red sometimes, but I'll just blame it on demonic influences, or something.
[ He waves his hand. He genuinely has no clue, and it never seemed imperative to figure it out. ]
Why, you like 'em red? I can do it on my own too, if you've got a preference. Only blue and red, though.
[Mentally, he makes a couple of quick calculations. Digests some things, too. The phrase "demonic influence" is such an unexpected thing to hear, he immediately can't help but wonder if there's a connection like there was with Kotone, too... He wants to know more, but it's hard to determine if this is something delicate or not.
It doesn't seem like something that exactly... bothers him, at least not more than just on the surface level, but Akira's also still getting to know him, too.
Should he pry...? Not the easiest judgement call to make, but he feels like he should ask at least indirectly. Part of a date is getting to know each other, after all.]
I'll let you know that depending on how you answer this. Do you have a preference...? If it's even alright to ask that, I suppose. Sounds like there's a story here.
[ Truthfully, it does bother him on more than a surface level, but Kazuya is also fairly good at putting up a disaffected front when he wants to.
Don't think about things too gard, or your perfect illusion will come shattering down. ]
It's alright to ask. [ He nods. ] I prefer blue. Its what I had for 18 years. The red is very new. But it's a small thing, and switching them back and forth isn't inconvenient, or anything.
[Very new, and a demonic influence... He has control over it, as well, so Akira would like to hope it's not harming him. It's information to collect and observe, for now.
In any case... Kazuya's had a turn throwing him off, so it's time for Akira to use a little strategic bluntness to do the same.]
The red is beautiful... but not as much as the blue, if that's what feels right to you. [There's something soft in his smile as he fiddles with a napkin on his side of the table.] If it doesn't bother you to do it, you should switch it back. The Minegishi that feels like himself is the one I want to see.
[Even if Akira meant it earnestly, there's probably a little hypocrisy in saying that when it's coming from the person that has so many masks, he isn't always sure where he is underneath it all.
But he doesn't want someone else to feel like that, too... and least of all the person he's on a date with.]
[ The harm has already long since been done, his soul and humanity forfeit in the wake of his own demonic awakening. Again, it's something he tries not to dwell on too long, too much. Theres too much for him to consider, to make sense of, and the reality is this: the thought of eternity is frightening, when you've only just turned 18.
So he doesn't think more than a shallow surface level about what it means for himself, and he leans into his hand instead, a small grin tugging at his lips.
It only takes a blink, before he forces his eyes back to the calm, placid blue. ]
I don't think you have to worry about me not feeling like me. It's a preference that's really not more than skin deep, in this case. I'm still flexible about it, especially if someone as cute as you prefers them a different way.
[ Unfortunately, his attempt at throwing him off isn't too successful, other than the slight pause given before he'd spoken. ]
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[That makes him laugh, because shouldn't that be his line? He's the one who asked Akira out on this date, which means he's the one who's supposed to take charge of things, isn't he?
Well, whatever. It is what it is, and he gives a gentle nudge to Akira's foot with his own under the table.]
You're not planning on drugging me to get me into bed already, are you?
[It's said in an amused tone, clearly he's joking. He doesn't actually think Akira would drug him. This place? Sure, undoubtedly. Already has. But him? Nah.]
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Saying it that way instantly bit Akira, but he did kind of deserve it... Outwardly, he's only frozen and blinked rapidly a few times, face tinting just a bit, so it's still salvageable at least. He scrapes together his brain for a response. It's time for a counterattack!]
I'm more of a gentleman than that, you know. [He props his chin up on his hands, giving Kazuya a look that could be called coquettish.] If I want to bring you to bed, I'll just ask nicely.
[Not a bad work, for being under duress a moment ago.]
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One eye flickers to a deep red, pupil narrowing into a cat-like slit.]
Will you be asking me back to your bed after dinner?
[He's really not usually the flirty sort, but he can't just let a comment like that go now can he?]
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That'd be pretty forward of me to do on the first date, wouldn't it?
[Not a yes, and not a no - Akira likes to be frustratingly ambiguous like that, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Easier to guard his own feelings... but it's also no fun if he puts all of his cards on the table immediately, right?
More importantly...]
Is red your true eye color?
[The change was unexpected, but certainly not in a bad way. He doesn't know what it means, though - is it hurt, happiness, an exposure of Kazuya's true self...?]
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Red?
Oh. ]
No, they're supposed to be blue. Sometimes they just change on their own, though.
[ A little annoying, but it's not like he generally notices, unless there's a demon around and his demon sense tingles to go with it, but most of the time it's just... weird. ]
I haven't really figured out why they change to red sometimes, but I'll just blame it on demonic influences, or something.
[ He waves his hand. He genuinely has no clue, and it never seemed imperative to figure it out. ]
Why, you like 'em red? I can do it on my own too, if you've got a preference. Only blue and red, though.
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It doesn't seem like something that exactly... bothers him, at least not more than just on the surface level, but Akira's also still getting to know him, too.
Should he pry...? Not the easiest judgement call to make, but he feels like he should ask at least indirectly. Part of a date is getting to know each other, after all.]
I'll let you know that depending on how you answer this. Do you have a preference...? If it's even alright to ask that, I suppose. Sounds like there's a story here.
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Don't think about things too gard, or your perfect illusion will come shattering down. ]
It's alright to ask. [ He nods. ] I prefer blue. Its what I had for 18 years. The red is very new. But it's a small thing, and switching them back and forth isn't inconvenient, or anything.
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In any case... Kazuya's had a turn throwing him off, so it's time for Akira to use a little strategic bluntness to do the same.]
The red is beautiful... but not as much as the blue, if that's what feels right to you. [There's something soft in his smile as he fiddles with a napkin on his side of the table.] If it doesn't bother you to do it, you should switch it back. The Minegishi that feels like himself is the one I want to see.
[Even if Akira meant it earnestly, there's probably a little hypocrisy in saying that when it's coming from the person that has so many masks, he isn't always sure where he is underneath it all.
But he doesn't want someone else to feel like that, too... and least of all the person he's on a date with.]
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So he doesn't think more than a shallow surface level about what it means for himself, and he leans into his hand instead, a small grin tugging at his lips.
It only takes a blink, before he forces his eyes back to the calm, placid blue. ]
I don't think you have to worry about me not feeling like me. It's a preference that's really not more than skin deep, in this case. I'm still flexible about it, especially if someone as cute as you prefers them a different way.
[ Unfortunately, his attempt at throwing him off isn't too successful, other than the slight pause given before he'd spoken. ]