[ Welp, that's sure telling. He's pulling back, letting out a soft 'heh'. For a moment, he's studying a random spot off to the side, his cheeks flushed.
There is a definite tension in his form as he clears his throat. All the while, his brain remains fixated on some of those words--
But I'm not gonna treat you any differently just because you're different. No matter what, you're my friend.
So, basically, he's just deciding that for himself, while claiming he sees him as different. In spite of claiming he believes they're different, he's just assuming this Akira can be trusted as this same heroic guy. Contradictory as fuck, isn't it...?
More bitterness.
More burning determination.
He doesn't want these thoughts - deep down, he knows they're wrong, but what about any of this game is right? They're spiraling into awful scenarios, one after another, and... heh. He knows there's a chance the misfortune reversal promise could be a lie, but what in life isn't a gamble?
[ Kissing Akira oh god why are his lips soft holy fuck Ryuji's brain isn't equipped to handle this right now what should he do he shou--
Oh. Akira pulled away.
Face is definitely redder than anything ever right now as he coughs and tries to clear his throat. He knows he should say something but his mind is still replaying the feeling of Akira's lips on his. (so soft) ]
L-Look, Akira... [ Voice cracks, eyes widen as he coughs again. So fucking smooth, amirite? ]
Akira... look, my mind's an effin' mess right now. I just barely found out that this is sorta a date? Maybe? And that you like me? And, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that a guy as hot and good-lookin' as you wants to date a fuck-up like me, but I don't think I can give you an answer right now.
[ Squaring himself up and getting right in front of Akira, closing space as he grabs him into a tight hug. After a second, he pulls away slightly and looks him in the eyes. ]
But I promise ya, I'll think about this. You. Me. Us...? And I'll give you an answer as soon as I can.
[ Honestly, maybe in a timeline where he hadn't just gone through everything he's been going through...
... Maybe if this had happened closer to the beginning, even...
... ... Were it anything different in a different time in a different way, maybe he wouldn't be letting out a slightly tense breath. There's just something slightly off in the way he gives a dim smile. Something a little distant in his eyes as he nods. ]
Okay.
[ His gaze lowers as he looks away. ]
... Let's talk about something else, for now. Think anyone's gonna... take the bait, this time?
[ Turns around and leans back against the railing next to Akira. He leans his head back and looks up at the sky. Wow, the moon sure is beautiful tonight. ]
Heh, of course I do! We figured out most of the tricks as we went along, but here's something pretty simple that we can do right now.
[ he takes a small step away from akira to create some space before he gets on the railing, slowly working his way to standing. ok sue him, he's not the primary thief of the operation, but he can still do basic thief things! once he stands up, he looks down at akira and proudly grins!
[ Things are back on track, Akira is getting his mind off things and Ryuji is glad to see that. They're balancing, being idiots, like normal, when he feels Akira's hand on his chest and then balance is being lost and-- ]
Shit, Akira, be careful!
[ Ryuji is reaching out to grab Akira, not realizing that he's pulling him down with him. He thought Akira just lost his balance, that it was inexperience that was the factor here. He didn't know that it was on purpose.
The second he's grabbed - even the second he's finding himself unable to catch the railing and stop the fall, it kind of clicks into place. This was a shitty plan, all along. But there's no time to really process that realization.
Even after hitting the ground, all that comes to mind is pain.
Then, all he can think is that he did this; he did this for nothing.
One conversation flashes to his mind: that one about how he'd never stab someone in a kidney. There's a bitter, grim smirk as he shakily reaches for the knife in his pants pocket. He barely fucking manages to open it. Then, with the last of his energy, he's stabbing Ryuji. Maybe he can at least make it quicker?
Or maybe this is now nothing more than a bitter irony.
As a choked sound escapes, he tries to throw the knife. It's not long after his hand drops, his last breath escapes him. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
There is a definite tension in his form as he clears his throat. All the while, his brain remains fixated on some of those words--
But I'm not gonna treat you any differently just because you're different. No matter what, you're my friend.
So, basically, he's just deciding that for himself, while claiming he sees him as different. In spite of claiming he believes they're different, he's just assuming this Akira can be trusted as this same heroic guy. Contradictory as fuck, isn't it...?
More bitterness.
More burning determination.
He doesn't want these thoughts - deep down, he knows they're wrong, but what about any of this game is right? They're spiraling into awful scenarios, one after another, and... heh. He knows there's a chance the misfortune reversal promise could be a lie, but what in life isn't a gamble?
Yes, he's being quiet.
No, he isn't paying attention to that detail. ]
no subject
Oh. Akira pulled away.
Face is definitely redder than anything ever right now as he coughs and tries to clear his throat. He knows he should say something but his mind is still replaying the feeling of Akira's lips on his. (so soft) ]
L-Look, Akira... [ Voice cracks, eyes widen as he coughs again. So fucking smooth, amirite? ]
Akira... look, my mind's an effin' mess right now. I just barely found out that this is sorta a date? Maybe? And that you like me? And, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that a guy as hot and good-lookin' as you wants to date a fuck-up like me, but I don't think I can give you an answer right now.
[ Squaring himself up and getting right in front of Akira, closing space as he grabs him into a tight hug. After a second, he pulls away slightly and looks him in the eyes. ]
But I promise ya, I'll think about this. You. Me. Us...? And I'll give you an answer as soon as I can.
no subject
... Maybe if this had happened closer to the beginning, even...
... ... Were it anything different in a different time in a different way, maybe he wouldn't be letting out a slightly tense breath. There's just something slightly off in the way he gives a dim smile. Something a little distant in his eyes as he nods. ]
Okay.
[ His gaze lowers as he looks away. ]
... Let's talk about something else, for now. Think anyone's gonna... take the bait, this time?
no subject
[ Turns around and leans back against the railing next to Akira. He leans his head back and looks up at the sky. Wow, the moon sure is beautiful tonight. ]
All this murder and shit is pretty messed up.
no subject
Yeah... super messed up...
[ Now he's falling quiet, leaning back a little, his gaze lowering to the ground. He stares for a while. ]
Hey... Ryuji.
[ That smile is just a bit to the side, leaning against Not Right, but he's moving a little too quickly for it to be properly seen, perhaps. ]
Why don't you show me some fancy Senpai stuff? Got any cool thief tricks up your sleeve?
1/2
no subject
[ he takes a small step away from akira to create some space before he gets on the railing, slowly working his way to standing. ok sue him, he's not the primary thief of the operation, but he can still do basic thief things! once he stands up, he looks down at akira and proudly grins!
LOOK AT HOW COOL I AM ]
Wanna try it?
no subject
Maybe he's nervous? Who knows.
Either way, there's a nod as he gives a dim sort of grin. Then, he's moving to climb onto the railing. ]
All right...
[ For just a moment, his expression falters. His lips press together tightly, and there's a moment where he has to work to keep balance, but then...?
He's jerkily reaching out, hand curling against the blond's shirt, and...
Well, put simply, if all goes as planned, Ryuji's getting shoved off the rail, and towards the ground. ]
no subject
Shit, Akira, be careful!
[ Ryuji is reaching out to grab Akira, not realizing that he's pulling him down with him. He thought Akira just lost his balance, that it was inexperience that was the factor here. He didn't know that it was on purpose.
Akira would never kill him.
But here they go, plummeting to their deaths. ]
no subject
... Well, that's it, isn't it?
The second he's grabbed - even the second he's finding himself unable to catch the railing and stop the fall, it kind of clicks into place. This was a shitty plan, all along. But there's no time to really process that realization.
Even after hitting the ground, all that comes to mind is pain.
Then, all he can think is that he did this; he did this for nothing.
One conversation flashes to his mind: that one about how he'd never stab someone in a kidney. There's a bitter, grim smirk as he shakily reaches for the knife in his pants pocket. He barely fucking manages to open it. Then, with the last of his energy, he's stabbing Ryuji. Maybe he can at least make it quicker?
Or maybe this is now nothing more than a bitter irony.
As a choked sound escapes, he tries to throw the knife. It's not long after his hand drops, his last breath escapes him. ]