"We need to have another gay duel in Mementos?"

He deserves this.

If he'd expected anything from Akira for his birthday, it would have been pancakes or takoyaki. Something to tease him with. Akechi is... pleasantly surprised by the curry and coffee that are slid his way. He's not used to getting anything nice, or at least not with any real thought behind it beyond fangirls sending him chocolates he'll never eat, and he's not entirely sure how to react, so he just mutters a quiet, "thank you" and starts to eat.

He will begrudgingly eat them.

"It means it's homophobic to mess with me for the month."

He knew that wasn't entirely true, but he was getting tired of being called a 'Legendary Player.' He just wanted to go back to a normal life, to not be dragged back to the UG any time it was in danger, and he was getting increasingly worried that that wouldn't be possible anymore.

"Yearly reminder that being gay is fine but do not do crimes!"

[Text]: If I promise to visit you guys at least once a month will you delete that thread??

Built out of yearning and emotion, your soul creates poetry. Though there are many unique kinds of poetry (spoken word, sonnets, ballads, and more), at the core of it, poetry is about feeling. It’s about the heart and all that is hidden within it, both the imperfections and the secret beauty. Your soul is one that yearns and aches and feels deeply. Intense emotion is at the heart of everything you create, whether it be for better or for worse. You have a lot of love to give the world, so much of it that spills out of your being. While you have a tendency to fall into pits of melancholy, you are equally likely to be buoyed by all the little things this world has to offer. Oscillating between intense sadness and intense joy, you understand that the world is as beautiful as it is broken. Focused as you can be on taking in every lovely thing, you have an eye for noticing the roses, and stopping ever along the way to smell them. Look to Ocean Vuong. Look to Mary Oliver. Look to Dickinson, and Blake, and Rumi, and Neruda. What sweet solace there can be found in connection and in the natural world; it almost makes up for all the ugly parts.