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@dolgelo​ said: ( SING )...... or ( BECKON ) 🤔

seduction | accepting (?)

He had never known her to be the vocal type. 

Not ever in their previous years together, certainly not when three became two, or when two became three plus one. Mitsuru spoke when prudent, avoided idle chatter unless deemed necessary, looking to consume her desserts and literary pursuits in relative silence.

The television set was off for once; their juniors had all fled for town on a sunny Sunday afternoon. His side ached something terrible as she nipped her tea-- three of his fixed ribs were still floating after April’s moon. She doesn’t scold him for napping in the lounge for once (considering he has little else to do), but the need for ibuprofen is enough to keep him lucid. A page flips and her song begins-- a simple, genteel hum that wouldn’t wake him even if he had been sleeping.

The cadence is such that it might have words had she given them, and he thinks he might have heard it once, filtering from under the door of the third floor upon a chance encounter. Something timeless-- if not a bit mournful. Had he known a single thing about classic French or coloratura sopranos he may just be able to fit a tune to name. Whatever it may be was perfectly on-key; sweet, and soft, as if soothing a fretful child.

It was nice to see her mask lowered for once, and that’s all he knew. Mitsuru; head propped, singing a sweet song, eyes downcast as she flipped pages one-by-one. Her brows knitting on certain paragraphs, thick lashes fluttering in a way he felt oddly enticing.

The tune stops all-too-soon, however. In his effort to turn his head to study his overseer, she had caught his spying-- both turning a spectacular madder red more brilliant than her curls. 

Akihiko snaps back immediately with a grunt and a pained wince, staring instead to the ceiling above.

He clears his throat once to assuage himself. They may just avoid looking at each other for the rest of that day. 

All of his attention was dragged into the peculiar item settled within his hand. Here it was again, these innovative tickets that Ryuji was beginning to swear had minds of their own, always switching up the selections until a particular duo or trio take the center stage. Part of his active imagination couldn’t help but ponder if there was some grand ass design coming to work here. In a way it’s thanks to these tickets alongside the normal weight of fighting for their lives that got all of them closer together.

He’s come to learn stories about equally larger than life matters these other gangs were handling. Similar achievements, different professions and of course the struggle in it’s rawest essence. They were becoming a band that knows a thing or two of fighting through the river’s current compared to subjecting themselves to their flow. Needless to say? It garnered a good sense of respect to everyone here as all of their natures piled together to make one hell of a fighting force. Still. If he could’ve picked anything outside of a damn movie theater for their hide out, he would’ve.

“Anyways, ‘nough of the thinking bullshit. Just where is that super serious gal at anyways? Sure wanted to pair me with a deadly one this time off.” Ryuji offhandedly comments while quickly pressing through the barrage of familiar faces. Either high fives, ‘Yo’s’ or those deep nods of understanding were traded alongside a bit of bickering. Mitsuru Kirijo, that was the multi million dollar (quite literally) person that he was looking for. Within moments he caught her hovering around the section with the other group planners, something he couldn’t really bring himself to be surprised by.

All of their brains sure as hell got them out of their share of jams. Any shyness was kicked to the curb as she’d find the blond approaching up towards her, a hand tossed upward in a greeting wave, one that flashed a familiar ticket within his hand.

“Guess what?”

”Think we’re the next lucky runners up here to snag a mission. One of the wild ass sidequest ones.” He bluntly exclaims while flipping the ticket on over. Sure enough, both of their faces sporting some dangerous looking expressions could be witnessed clear upon the front of them. Once he settles at a respectable distance he brings himself to a pause, a stark sense of excitement clear within his eyes. What she had on her hands was one of the types who did enjoy the beauty of the fight.

“Hope you haven’t got yourself too tired out beforehand. You doin’ better after that FOE you guys thrashed up?” Then again he’s unsure how long it’s been after getting up from rest during his downtime.

❛ Well, if it’s knowledge you want than you came at the right place. ❜ Optimistic enthusiasm broadens the magician’s shoulder before a hearty chuckle quickly follows. Junpei grins widely, while he resisted the urge to nudge his shoulder’s onto the older woman. Now, check it, he wasn’t THAT intimidated by the heiress. Okay, that was a lie, he was terrified of her. However, she had asked for his opinion and damn it he was going to deliver. Shoving his hands onto his pocket, Junpei tries to play it cool. This is your time to shine, Iori, don’t screw this up !

  “mitsuru-san.” your eyes flicker, click, and you nod. you shift on your feet, keeping balanced. despite everything - despite all the hardships you’ve been through with her - you still feel like you have to be respectful to the extreme. it’s probably a line of code in your heart, that keeps you loyal to kirijo - your creators - to the end. still, of all the kirijos your programming kept you loyal to, you’re glad it’s this one.   you pull your long coat slightly tighter around yourself, smile, and rock from side to side in a kind of light excitement. it’s been a while. you’ve been kept busy, after all, by work. it’s not a bad thing. you love your work. 

      “Hey. You sure this is the right place, Kirijo?        I don’t see a single soul. Or even a Shadow, for that matter.”

   Were it a different climate, the Hierophant could have sworn there could be a tumbleweed rolling by any minute. So quiet and deserted it was. So why were they here?

      “Look, I know I said I’d like some peace and quiet,       but this is pushin’ it. It ain’t relaxing at all.”

[ WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THAT UP AGAIN IM GONNA YELL he called her gradpa…… ]

        ❝  I believe the correct way of going about it might be a little less forward..   Mitsuru-Senpai, you're beautiful, you’ve got STUNNING features, and your hair is gorgeous—   You honestly make me kinda jealous. You make it look so easy, but I know it’s FAR from that.   It doesn’t help that you have an amazing figure, I can’t help but agree with some of their comments,   though, I don’t believe they gave you the credit correctly.  ❞

        ❝  As amazing as you look, I think what goes on inside is just as amazing.    You’re strong, independent, and one of the smartest people I’ve had the pleasure of crossing paths with.    Not many woman can pull off beauty, brains AND brawn. Like me, I know I’m more beauty than anything..    It’s pretty impressive that you’ve managed to pull that off, and I think that deserves JUST as much praise    as your figure, if not more.  ❞