[ 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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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. ]