his business with kasumi is dealt with eventually, and luckily, he'd already been in the area when the jazz jin open its doors to guests.
he shows up before akechi, sending off his polite turndowns from other invitations from his friends. frankly, things have been rough for them since they realized what was terribly wrong with reality, but it seems emotions finally settled. he figured that he shouldn't be too present - that's what he tells himself, anyway, when he doesn't want to hang out with his friends and want to just spend the night with akechi - when they're trying to heal.
at the familiar sight of chestnut and warm red, he smiles wide. akechi's expression is different these days - he isn't wearing make-up - he can see the bags under his eyes, but the scarf brings out his features somehow. makes him realize how red his eyes were.
ren steps forward, closer, a swing of his heels away from moving forward to hug him. instead the momentum is there but he only stands awkwardly in front of him, suddenly winded by seeing him again. ]
[Jazz Jin is special beyond its ambiance and relative secrecy.
It was his. A place untouched by Shido's influence or his own well struck path of revenge. It simply was and existed as a liminal space for him to recover. Quiet music calming, drinks that held more taste than any food plastered over his blog and-
Because he shared it with someone - the only place he ever has. The only place he ever will - the ticking clock of his own mortality almost in its final day. The bright eyed, intelligent teenager he was drawn to, who outsmarted him, who faced every challenge he offered with finesse and ease-
It's special here - a feeling that resounds louder with the appearance of Ren, who arrived before him this time. Arms outstretch for a hug that temporarily stuns Akechi into absolute silence - maybe that was his plan. It's hard to tell with Ren these days and he puts nothing past him.]
No.
[He does, however, rest a gloved hand against his shoulder to turn him towards their normal table.]
I forgot to mention during our call, but there's a new drink here tonight to accompany the performance.
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jazz jin date
his business with kasumi is dealt with eventually, and luckily, he'd already been in the area when the jazz jin open its doors to guests.
he shows up before akechi, sending off his polite turndowns from other invitations from his friends. frankly, things have been rough for them since they realized what was terribly wrong with reality, but it seems emotions finally settled. he figured that he shouldn't be too present - that's what he tells himself, anyway, when he doesn't want to hang out with his friends and want to just spend the night with akechi - when they're trying to heal.
at the familiar sight of chestnut and warm red, he smiles wide. akechi's expression is different these days - he isn't wearing make-up - he can see the bags under his eyes, but the scarf brings out his features somehow. makes him realize how red his eyes were.
ren steps forward, closer, a swing of his heels away from moving forward to hug him. instead the momentum is there but he only stands awkwardly in front of him, suddenly winded by seeing him again. ]
Hey.
WEH
It was his. A place untouched by Shido's influence or his own well struck path of revenge. It simply was and existed as a liminal space for him to recover. Quiet music calming, drinks that held more taste than any food plastered over his blog and-
Because he shared it with someone - the only place he ever has. The only place he ever will - the ticking clock of his own mortality almost in its final day. The bright eyed, intelligent teenager he was drawn to, who outsmarted him, who faced every challenge he offered with finesse and ease-
It's special here - a feeling that resounds louder with the appearance of Ren, who arrived before him this time. Arms outstretch for a hug that temporarily stuns Akechi into absolute silence - maybe that was his plan. It's hard to tell with Ren these days and he puts nothing past him.]
No.
[He does, however, rest a gloved hand against his shoulder to turn him towards their normal table.]
I forgot to mention during our call, but there's a new drink here tonight to accompany the performance.