[ Goro tames that need to impugn what was innocuously conveyed. Instead: a softened sigh, gaze set sidelong — seemingly dismissive as the cat is placed on the ground, finally relinquished from Goro's cautious grasp. He swats at the front of his shirt riddled with incessant cat hair that demands to stay, all the while humoring the thought of how gratitude is an earned thing, and he hadn't done anything at all to deserve those words to begin with. ]
... In the end, it would have been nice to be able to talk with you some more.
[ Goro follows that mini beeline towards the display of snacks behind clear glass without awaiting another cue. His words sounds less like a smile regardless of how it resumes to shelter the unspoken, still; the lack of animosity and blatant rejection on Akira's part promotes a certain wariness that he couldn't shake off even after all those clockwork cycles of his self-imposed failures. Perhaps he ought to fight against it less regardless of how disconcerting the potential comfort it may bring. Old habits may remain so, ~lifelong rivalries~ and all, but. ]
I imagine the presentation is of a more traditional approach and less decorative like the ones found in the city. [ The aforementioned dango. ] Or perhaps your hometown has a unique approach to making them stand out on their own?
[ This cat may scamper off, but there's more in the countryside. Fret not, more will approach them on their little walk around the town. Akira's eyebrows arch into his bangs as his attention is drawn away from the warm little treats made live in front of them behind the glass. ]
I'm still here?
[ What's with that forlorn and distant talk? He knows they aren't on the... Best of terms, it doesn't mean they can't still talk. They won't know how long they have or if one of them will perish due to uncertain circumstances, but Akira is here in the present and he has every intention to talk about a number of things once he corners Goro in his room. That's for later.
For now, he tilts his head as those little theories come up, expression blank and slightly confused as he offers the detective no answer. Instead, he hobbles into the little shop and comes back with two sticks of dango in his hands while the bag of fruit hangs off the crook of his elbow. ]
It's nothing special, just tasty.
[ He holds one out for Goro to take or take a bite. Whichever one, but if he tries to take it... Well, Akira will strategically move it back the same amount of distance closed. ]
[ Miraculously; against Akira's will, perhaps. But Goro doesn't parry the statement with resistance. He opts to stare vacantly at the windowed display, countenance absent of its performative delight — though his eyes still glints with subtle intrigue upon Akira's return, attention fixed upon the dango. ]
... Thanks.
[ Belatedly said — gratitude withheld up until he notes Akira's swift, retracting hand, like a reminder to retain some manners regardless of their oddly placed familiarity... but the dango remains unobtainable, still. Goro knits his brows, wrinkles his nose, mildly miffed and confused; maybe this particular comrade-against-fate would prefer having that first bite instead, however playful and roundabout the approach. So: Goro gestures for Akira to go on ahead. ]
After you, then. [ The treat wasn't worth additional probing; 'nothing special', indeed. Hardly leaves any room for disappointment. But now he's curious to know: ]
We all judge a book by its cover, don't we? ... What is something that you've adamantly refused before deciding to give it a chance later on?
[ Ah, yes, the infamous knit of the Akechi brows. Akira considers this a win for him and slots the dango into Goro's hand right after he gestures for him to have the first taste. Just from the skewer, one can feel the warmth emanating from the dessert though fortunate that the glaze stays in place. In the end, the detective gets his prize.
Akira goes ahead and takes a bite out of his skewer, chewing on the single dango ball for quite some time as he considers Goro's question. Is this a precursor to their short truce? Mini alliance...? Or is it Goro Akechi's trademark of being ominous? He has a pretty simple and trivial answer and a longer-winded one. ]
Eat food at the beach. [ Thinking. Thinking... ] That's it. I'll try almost anything once.
[ Within common sense and his moral standing, of course. With a wave of his hand, he gestures Goro to follow him. Back to the bridge! ]
A book is more than its cover, but I guess Yusuke would disagree at first. [ A funny. ] What about you? Is there something you refused to do, but ended up giving a try?
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... In the end, it would have been nice to be able to talk with you some more.
[ Goro follows that mini beeline towards the display of snacks behind clear glass without awaiting another cue. His words sounds less like a smile regardless of how it resumes to shelter the unspoken, still; the lack of animosity and blatant rejection on Akira's part promotes a certain wariness that he couldn't shake off even after all those clockwork cycles of his self-imposed failures. Perhaps he ought to fight against it less regardless of how disconcerting the potential comfort it may bring. Old habits may remain so, ~lifelong rivalries~ and all, but. ]
I imagine the presentation is of a more traditional approach and less decorative like the ones found in the city. [ The aforementioned dango. ] Or perhaps your hometown has a unique approach to making them stand out on their own?
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I'm still here?
[ What's with that forlorn and distant talk? He knows they aren't on the... Best of terms, it doesn't mean they can't still talk. They won't know how long they have or if one of them will perish due to uncertain circumstances, but Akira is here in the present and he has every intention to talk about a number of things once he corners Goro in his room. That's for later.
For now, he tilts his head as those little theories come up, expression blank and slightly confused as he offers the detective no answer. Instead, he hobbles into the little shop and comes back with two sticks of dango in his hands while the bag of fruit hangs off the crook of his elbow. ]
It's nothing special, just tasty.
[ He holds one out for Goro to take or take a bite. Whichever one, but if he tries to take it... Well, Akira will strategically move it back the same amount of distance closed. ]
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... Thanks.
[ Belatedly said — gratitude withheld up until he notes Akira's swift, retracting hand, like a reminder to retain some manners regardless of their oddly placed familiarity... but the dango remains unobtainable, still. Goro knits his brows, wrinkles his nose, mildly miffed and confused; maybe this particular comrade-against-fate would prefer having that first bite instead, however playful and roundabout the approach. So: Goro gestures for Akira to go on ahead. ]
After you, then. [ The treat wasn't worth additional probing; 'nothing special', indeed. Hardly leaves any room for disappointment. But now he's curious to know: ]
We all judge a book by its cover, don't we? ... What is something that you've adamantly refused before deciding to give it a chance later on?
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Akira goes ahead and takes a bite out of his skewer, chewing on the single dango ball for quite some time as he considers Goro's question. Is this a precursor to their short truce? Mini alliance...? Or is it Goro Akechi's trademark of being ominous? He has a pretty simple and trivial answer and a longer-winded one. ]
Eat food at the beach. [ Thinking. Thinking... ] That's it. I'll try almost anything once.
[ Within common sense and his moral standing, of course. With a wave of his hand, he gestures Goro to follow him. Back to the bridge! ]
A book is more than its cover, but I guess Yusuke would disagree at first. [ A funny. ] What about you? Is there something you refused to do, but ended up giving a try?
[ He's genuinely curious. ]