[ He didn't think Percy would actually drink from both glasses, simultaneously. This is honestly the highlight of the night's entertainment, and he's seen plenty of wild things. (Also don't worry there will always be plenty of other opportunities to set Akira on fire in the future.)
He's looking around, trying to fish up some sort of conversation (or exit), when he's presented with the very sword he'd helped Percy retrieve however many weeks back. ]
...
[ W h a t. He doesn't mind hanging onto a bit of spare change for him, but a bigass sword is something else entirely. ]
You've given me too much already.
[ (Also isn't that his treasured family heirloom... Percy please.) ]
[ Of course he's drinking from both glasses at once, it's the only way he can think of to show gratitude to Akira for these "great gifts". But it's difficult to keep drinking and pushing the sword into Akira's hold, especially given how heavy it is, so both drinks get put aside.
A small part of his brain is telling him that this isn't such a great idea, especially given that he'd be unarmed for the rest of the evening.
But he won't be satisfied until the young man takes it, at least temporarily, until Percival can get him a proper weapon of his own (at least, this is his rationale at the moment). ]
Come now, I insist. [ He pushes it more towards Akira, frowning. ]
[ He back away from the sword carefully, shaking his head. ]
Won't you, though.
[ He's not going to take his sword???? (Stealing this Treasure definitely won't change any hearts...)
He tries to make his escape through the crowd, but Percy tails him with increasing persistence until they both wind up in some abandoned corner of the gala.
[ Why is it that the closer he moves and the more he insists, the more it sounds like a threat? Quite possibly because it is. Because until Akira takes that sword, he's going to feel so restless and frustrated at his own lack of giftgiving this season.
Percival being so stubborn in this endeavor means that he doesn't know where he's making Akira back up to, and by the time he realizes that they're in a corner, he's already drawn way, way to close for comfort.
Congratulations, Akira, you've been kabeddoned.
Suddenly, his brows furrow in confusion, not quite sure what to make of the situation they've ended up in, but he's at least put the sword to the side on a nearby table.
He should be pulling away now, and he realizes that, but he finds it difficult to, so Percival's cheeks flush with color. ]
His back hits the wall, but before he can slink around Percy he's caged in by two arms on either side of him. He really can't shrink any further away, and averts his gaze from his pursuer, not even a chance to curse his luck before the magic starts messing with him. (Just... Stay calm..........Ignore it...)
He apparently still has enough presence of mind to joke, ] You always scare me.
[ Simply a terrifying man. Quaking in his boots. (But uh, is he seriously gonna plant one on him... That's too weird, though the mistletoe is doing a pretty good job of convincing Akira otherwise.) ]
...
[ He doesn't say anything more, it's awkward enough just breathing with him so close. ]
I told you I wouldn't be turning you in. What is there to be afraid of, then?
[ Akira might be joking, but of course Percival takes him completely at face value. Because let's be honest, it wouldn't be the first time he's been called intimidating or scary.
He then falls dead silent, suddenly feeling extremely awkward.
And then, despite the influence of mistletoe magic, has enough sense to take a step back, because this is way too close.
He is able to remove his palms from the surface of the wall, but as for giving Akira his personal space back?
[ Akira is familiar with the bewitched greenery by now, but it doesn't mean he wants to explain the concept to Percy, of all people... (He's expecting to get blamed for everything when the gala's over, and while he's guilty for milking him for his wallet, he has nothing to do with the sword or the mistletoe.) ]
...Holiday spirit.
[ It is. Extremely hard to move. He can feel his own ears turning red, but instead of succumbing to the temptation, he tries to edge away from it (and Percy, and his ridiculous weapon). ]
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
[ He's gonna... leave... again... bye... (The further he pulls apart from his companion, the stronger the urge is to return to him...) Just the worst... ]
[ Akira at least seems to have the ability to move somewhat, although every time he takes a step away, he just comes right back. Which is even more confusing, to say the least. ]
Are you mad?
[ And yet, he finds himself... happy? Every time Akira takes a step towards him again? His heart beats just a little bit faster.
Finally, he catches a glimpse of that stupid mistletoe looming above them.
The realization makes his face turn scarlet, eyes wide with shock. ]
They cannot be serious! All night I have avoided such... tricks! [ Half of him is horrified, and the other half (the half that the mistletoe has reign over) can't deny that he doesn't mind the idea so much... yikes. ]
[ Mad as in angry? Or mad as in insane? He'll assume the former. (He's not even half as indignant as the noble is, but he can front.) ]
...Yes. Did you do it on purpose.
[ Of course he didn't, but Akira is gonna give him a hard time anyway because now they're both stuck.
He crosses his arms in front of him as if to accuse his kindness terrorist, though his expression is too vacant to look even remotely upset. ]
You could've just asked.
[ (And the answer would've been hell no.) But there's nothing he can do here, and for all his teasing he is truly resigned and dead inside. He closes his eyes, standing very still.
Which just makes Akira's response all the more confusing, and they've already got plenty of confusing going on. ]
Did I--?! Of course not! Why would I... ?!
[ Akira is not only breaking his brain, but also fueling the fire of vehemently growing more and more distressed with the state of things. ]
I'm going to send you home with a bloody nose after this mistletoe thing wears off.
[ Despite the circumstances, he can apparently still insult and threaten just fine.
But he certainly wants to get it over with too, so he at least shuts up long enough to lean down and firmly press his lips to Akira's. It's not affectionate in the least.
[ Sounds fake. Still, Akira continues to hold himself in place almost dutifully as Percy very grudgingly plants one on his lips. (He can practically feel him grimacing in anger as he goes through with the kiss—he must really hate his guts, huh...)
Akira takes the opportunity to sneak his arms around Percy's neck and give him a momentary squeeze in mock affection before pulling away just as fast. (Suffer.) ]
Muah.
[ (...Are you gonna let him go now... Finally...) ]
[ He is absolutely going to let him go at the earliest possibility, now suitably horrified that Akira is able to treat this so casually and even mock him.
Mortified, he turns away before Akira can see just how much his face has colored red from embarrassment, and immediately turns on his heel.
He's outta there as fast as his feet can take him (Chris Hansen will never catch him).
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He's looking around, trying to fish up some sort of conversation (or exit), when he's presented with the very sword he'd helped Percy retrieve however many weeks back. ]
...
[ W h a t. He doesn't mind hanging onto a bit of spare change for him, but a bigass sword is something else entirely. ]
You've given me too much already.
[ (Also isn't that his treasured family heirloom... Percy please.) ]
I can't take that.
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A small part of his brain is telling him that this isn't such a great idea, especially given that he'd be unarmed for the rest of the evening.
But he won't be satisfied until the young man takes it, at least temporarily, until Percival can get him a proper weapon of his own (at least, this is his rationale at the moment). ]
Come now, I insist. [ He pushes it more towards Akira, frowning. ]
I won't be taking no for an answer.
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Won't you, though.
[ He's not going to take his sword???? (Stealing this Treasure definitely won't change any hearts...)
He tries to make his escape through the crowd, but Percy tails him with increasing persistence until they both wind up in some abandoned corner of the gala.
Under a sprig of mistletoe. ]
...
[ Look what you've done, Percy. ]
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[ Why is it that the closer he moves and the more he insists, the more it sounds like a threat? Quite possibly because it is. Because until Akira takes that sword, he's going to feel so restless and frustrated at his own lack of giftgiving this season.
Percival being so stubborn in this endeavor means that he doesn't know where he's making Akira back up to, and by the time he realizes that they're in a corner, he's already drawn way, way to close for comfort.
Congratulations, Akira, you've been kabeddoned.
Suddenly, his brows furrow in confusion, not quite sure what to make of the situation they've ended up in, but he's at least put the sword to the side on a nearby table.
He should be pulling away now, and he realizes that, but he finds it difficult to, so Percival's cheeks flush with color. ]
Forgive me... did I scare you?
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His back hits the wall, but before he can slink around Percy he's caged in by two arms on either side of him. He really can't shrink any further away, and averts his gaze from his pursuer, not even a chance to curse his luck before the magic starts messing with him. (Just... Stay calm..........Ignore it...)
He apparently still has enough presence of mind to joke, ] You always scare me.
[ Simply a terrifying man. Quaking in his boots. (But uh, is he seriously gonna plant one on him... That's too weird, though the mistletoe is doing a pretty good job of convincing Akira otherwise.) ]
...
[ He doesn't say anything more, it's awkward enough just breathing with him so close. ]
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[ Akira might be joking, but of course Percival takes him completely at face value. Because let's be honest, it wouldn't be the first time he's been called intimidating or scary.
He then falls dead silent, suddenly feeling extremely awkward.
And then, despite the influence of mistletoe magic, has enough sense to take a step back, because this is way too close.
He is able to remove his palms from the surface of the wall, but as for giving Akira his personal space back?
He can't. ]
What... what is going on?
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...Holiday spirit.
[ It is. Extremely hard to move. He can feel his own ears turning red, but instead of succumbing to the temptation, he tries to edge away from it (and Percy, and his ridiculous weapon). ]
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
[ He's gonna... leave... again... bye... (The further he pulls apart from his companion, the stronger the urge is to return to him...) Just the worst... ]
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Are you mad?
[ And yet, he finds himself... happy? Every time Akira takes a step towards him again? His heart beats just a little bit faster.
Finally, he catches a glimpse of that stupid mistletoe looming above them.
The realization makes his face turn scarlet, eyes wide with shock. ]
They cannot be serious! All night I have avoided such... tricks! [ Half of him is horrified, and the other half (the half that the mistletoe has reign over) can't deny that he doesn't mind the idea so much... yikes. ]
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...Yes. Did you do it on purpose.
[ Of course he didn't, but Akira is gonna give him a hard time anyway because now they're both stuck.
He crosses his arms in front of him as if to accuse his kindness terrorist, though his expression is too vacant to look even remotely upset. ]
You could've just asked.
[ (And the answer would've been hell no.) But there's nothing he can do here, and for all his teasing he is truly resigned and dead inside. He closes his eyes, standing very still.
Just get it over with... ]
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Which just makes Akira's response all the more confusing, and they've already got plenty of confusing going on. ]
Did I--?! Of course not! Why would I... ?!
[ Akira is not only breaking his brain, but also fueling the fire of vehemently growing more and more distressed with the state of things. ]
I'm going to send you home with a bloody nose after this mistletoe thing wears off.
[ Despite the circumstances, he can apparently still insult and threaten just fine.
But he certainly wants to get it over with too, so he at least shuts up long enough to lean down and firmly press his lips to Akira's. It's not affectionate in the least.
RIP ]
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[ Sounds fake. Still, Akira continues to hold himself in place almost dutifully as Percy very grudgingly plants one on his lips. (He can practically feel him grimacing in anger as he goes through with the kiss—he must really hate his guts, huh...)
Akira takes the opportunity to sneak his arms around Percy's neck and give him a momentary squeeze in mock affection before pulling away just as fast. (Suffer.) ]
Muah.
[ (...Are you gonna let him go now... Finally...) ]
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Mortified, he turns away before Akira can see just how much his face has colored red from embarrassment, and immediately turns on his heel.
He's outta there as fast as his feet can take him (Chris Hansen will never catch him).
Also, he forgot his sword. ]