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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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. ]