[ Akechi would have let him go, and they'd carry on, indulging in banters and disagreements fraught with foreboding ends; he'll find every reason to be afraid again -- angry and confused, but always in some pale sort of wonder over the boy. His pride and resentment would flurry and jostle from within, shaping into a personalized downfall once more: he didn't need Akira or anybody else; he has himself and that's enough -- ]
Let's opt for a change of plans instead. This employer of yours will be none the wiser to your absence.
[ There's a knowing glint in his eyes, wide and bright; Goro hangs onto the word 'together' like a chance encounter, another open wager to surreptitiously address out of sight, out of mind, away from dawdling customers, the man of the establishment. Goro slides out of his seat before leading the way, climbing the short flight of stairs, right onto the attic's floor. On the landing, Goro turns, then reaches out, begins to tousle Akira's hair into an absolute mess with light tosses and sifts until every tuft is reminiscent of before, how things ought to be. ]
This makes me wonder if there is a 'life' out there where we're both embroidered with an identical role. I wouldn't be able to allow that, though...
[ No maintained attachment for the media, the gimmicks played; he'd much prefer something like this, a moment of normalcy among faults made to correct with time, laughter ensuing once every dilemma is accounted for than falsified congratulations, empty applause and meaningless fame. However tempting it may be to pilfer Akira's happiness away, gloat on and sneer with every successful heist and passing month, show him how it should really be done, it was a bargain he was unwilling to deal with: Akira will know too much, and another lie will be lived in, lead around until its fated cessation. ]
... because phantoms shouldn't make a home out of discarded husks and their trivial existences. But I suppose thieves aren't too overly critical about their findings, are they? ... Why don't we make a trade, Akira? You and I are aware that this suits you best.
[ time loop anomaly @ akc: wtf pls -- but Goro continues on by fetching a familiar set of frames from the inner pocket of his coat; the temples unfold before the glasses are slid into place, resting cozy against the bridge of Akira's nose. He coaxes the attache away, or attempts to, even as their surroundings begin to twist and struggle to keep itself together. But wait; one more thing: ]
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Let's opt for a change of plans instead. This employer of yours will be none the wiser to your absence.
[ There's a knowing glint in his eyes, wide and bright; Goro hangs onto the word 'together' like a chance encounter, another open wager to surreptitiously address out of sight, out of mind, away from dawdling customers, the man of the establishment. Goro slides out of his seat before leading the way, climbing the short flight of stairs, right onto the attic's floor. On the landing, Goro turns, then reaches out, begins to tousle Akira's hair into an absolute mess with light tosses and sifts until every tuft is reminiscent of before, how things ought to be. ]
This makes me wonder if there is a 'life' out there where we're both embroidered with an identical role. I wouldn't be able to allow that, though...
[ No maintained attachment for the media, the gimmicks played; he'd much prefer something like this, a moment of normalcy among faults made to correct with time, laughter ensuing once every dilemma is accounted for than falsified congratulations, empty applause and meaningless fame. However tempting it may be to pilfer Akira's happiness away, gloat on and sneer with every successful heist and passing month, show him how it should really be done, it was a bargain he was unwilling to deal with: Akira will know too much, and another lie will be lived in, lead around until its fated cessation. ]
... because phantoms shouldn't make a home out of discarded husks and their trivial existences. But I suppose thieves aren't too overly critical about their findings, are they? ... Why don't we make a trade, Akira? You and I are aware that this suits you best.
[ time loop anomaly @ akc: wtf pls -- but Goro continues on by fetching a familiar set of frames from the inner pocket of his coat; the temples unfold before the glasses are slid into place, resting cozy against the bridge of Akira's nose. He coaxes the attache away, or attempts to, even as their surroundings begin to twist and struggle to keep itself together. But wait; one more thing: ]
There's something I've been meaning to tell you.