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[chemex]

[You'll pull his hair out of his dumb little ponytail, Goro. Akira just rumbles.] I didn't recognize any of them, but at least a couple.

[One hand shifts and places itself over Goro's heart.] One, for sure, I hope.

[murderingjustice]

[Well, he's starting to see why you like his hair tied so much. Goro leans his upper body back to create just enough space that he can look down at Akira's hand.]

Cheeky. [He huffs, and takes a sip of his drink.]

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And hopelessly in love with you, [He adds, smiling still but dropping his hand. He moves away a little, enough to lean on the balcony railing and sigh, folding his arms over it and then pillowing his head on his folded arms.]

Now I just gotta hope the mask keeps me anonymous enough to get out of here without people stopping me. [He's tired for no real reason.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro follows Akira with his eyes and then joins him, leaning his backside on the railing. He finally pulls his own mask over his eyes, resting it against the back of his head.]

Should I be worried now? [He teases, free hand reaching out back to play with Akira's ponytail.] But if someone comes to bother you I suppose I could be your knight in shining armor and defend your honor.

[chemex]

[He laughs faintly, shaking his head.]

Nothing that needs defending, I'm just tired. [He leans into Goro's hand at the base of his neck.]

[murderingjustice]

So you've been behaving tonight? Aside from stealing the hearts of the unassuming.

[Goro keeps teasing while stroking Akira's cheek, ever so fondly.] Are you too tired or can I have the last dance of the night? No masks.

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[He makes a chastised face, shrugging his shoulders.] Am I ever really behaving, truly?

[He leans into Goro's palm, then straightens up and reaches out to put both his hands at the base of his skull.] I'm never too tired for you.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro takes another sip from his glass and places it on the railing next to it, reaching to remove his mask completely and placing it next to it. After unmasking himself completely he steps back into Akira's personal space, placing his own hands on top of his shoulders, fingers skimming down along his arms -- appreciating the slim muscles.]

I didn't say this before but that is a good look for you. My thief.

they're so fucking gay i cannot stand them lol

[chemex]

[His cheekbones dust pink, but he just reaches back out to keep contact once Goro returns from putting down his drink and his mask.] Only the best for you, my Prince.

they're so insufferably gross i know

[murderingjustice]

[The nickname brings a quick heat on Goro's face and throat feel tighter for a brief moment. Swallowing air he holds back an embarrassed grin.]

Just this once. [He croaks, sliding his fingers along Akira's forearm before wrapping his arms around the other's waist.] Just this once I let you get away with that nickname.

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[Akira just hums, pleased, putting one hand on Goro's shoulder and claiming one of his hands with the other.] Guess I'd better cherish it then, hm?

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[Goro entwines their fingers, latching them together like the matching puzzle pieces that they are. Unlike previously, he doesn't try wrestle the control from Akira, allowing him to take the lead this time.]

I'm no prince. As you know very well.

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[And he does, swaying them slowly to a mellow drone of music from the party. He makes a point of finding a way to move them in a waltz, as Goro had before, and just smiles.]

Mmn, maybe so, but you're still plenty princely in my book.

[murderingjustice]

It's just the outside that shines. [He deflects the comment, following Akira's lead into the slow waltz.] If you wanted even you could pass up from one but.

[He pauses, measuring him with his eyes and then smirking with a gleam.] I think I prefer the untamed spirit of yours. Wild rogue, the diamond in the rough.

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Joker's Wild, you could say. [Softly, focused on Goro's face and their dance.]

[murderingjustice]

I know that. [He hums in affirmation, allowing his eyes fall shut as he trusts in Akira's movements. Their bodies know each other so well at this place, recognizing each subtle change, being able to read each other like they're one.]


Do you ever find yourself missing it? The thrill of the heists, unmasking the criminals, having Joker's name on everyone's lips. The power?

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[Akira makes a wordless, thoughtful sound, and sways them around in silence for a few paces, chewing on the question.]

The thrill, definitely. The power... sometimes. [He stops there, still chewing on the idea of missing Joker's name constantly on the minds and lips of everyone in Tokyo.]

[murderingjustice]

I do miss it. [Goro admits to fill in the silence. It's really no secret. While he hates the circumstances that had brought him the said power, and the routes he ended up taking. But he misses the feeling of finally having power in his own pathetic life, being able to make the difference in the world and make those in control shit their pants and grovel in front of him.. And as much as he hates to admit it, he misses the fame, too.

Then, he looks up into Akira's eyes. And smiles.]

And the chase, too. Although, [Letting go of Akira's hand he stops their dance, and brings his fingers to gently grab on the other's chin.] I'm glad that I have you now.

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[Akira isn't sure how he feels about the fame aspect. Most of the attention the Thieves got had been negative, thanks to the Detective before him, and in conjunction with the misunderstood negative perception of him as Akira by most of Shujin's student body, overall he had pretty firmly decided he didn't like any sort of attention when it came to a large group of people. He hums noncommittally, continuing to sway until Goro stops them and takes his chin.]

[His hands shift and settle just below Goro's natural waist, his smile faint but thoroughly warm.] I'm glad, too.

[murderingjustice]

[It had been a game of tug and pull. Both of them gained something from other's misfortunes. One would arise only on the top if other were to fall, like a seesaw. Honestly, it was the high stakes that made it so thrilling to chase after the thief. Despite the results of their cat and mouse game.

Compared to all that their current situation feels very tame and domesticated. And maybe it is the current longing for the past endeavors that has Goro move forward right here, pull Akira closer by the chin so that he can catch those lips with his own -- engulf both of them in deep kiss.

There are no toads, no mistletoe bullshit or corruption or whatsoever that he could blame on if someone inside the dance party were to glance at the balcony's direction. It's both intimate and yet so very public.]

[chemex]

[Oh.]

[He knows how fussy Goro gets about PDA. He doesn't mind it, overall, because it really just gives him an excuse to be obnoxiously affectionate behind closed doors, to feel possessive of being the only one who gets to see him being sweet and letting himself indulge in positive contact. So to have him instigate in a public space, albeit quietly so...]

[He feels like a wax sculpture left outside on a summer day, like his whole body is melting from fond warmth.]

[He returns the kiss after the initial shock of it wears off, squeezing Goro's hips gently.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro breaths deep in through his nose, taking in Akira's scent as he keeps pressing their mouths together. To make this even more bold, he pushes his tongue against Akira's lower lip daring the other other to grant him access to go further.]

[chemex]

[He can't help the way he smiles as he parts his lips, exhaling on a chuckle and sliding his hands up Goro's sides. You're digging your own grave here, Goro, because there's no way he's gonna let you get away with refusing PDA now that you've instigated it.]

[murderingjustice]

[Surprisingly enough, the touch isn't unwelcomed one. Goro's own arm wraps more tightly around Akira's waist and pushes them back, until they meed the railing again.

It hasn't even been a year since they were positioned like this last time. Goro pushing forward as Akira leans on the railing. But unlike then, when Goro had been terrified of the physical contact, felt angered drunken implications of the affection in the air and decides to retaliate the best way he knew how to.

But this time he's holding Akira tight and against him, deepening the kiss as his tongue pushes back the soft lips, seeking the more contact and heat. There are no lakes to be thrown into. Not this time.]

[chemex]

[Akira can't really be blamed for being a little nervous about it-- it's probably not the same railing, and there is possibly no lake below them, but that would also mean there's no water to break his fall if Goro pushes him over again. But... Well, ten months has been kind to them if only in this way, and Akira relaxes against the rail behind him as Goro overtakes his mouth. He lets his hands trail to his back skims his fingertips along his spine, reciprocating but only enough that Goro knows he's interested. He's letting him run the show, at present.]