[ Quite the conversationalist right now, isn’t he? Though, something is refreshing about seeing a human so excited and joyous over something to simple. There was passion there. Not just fear and hysteria. It was a selfish gesture to indulge in something too much, but that didn’t mean he was a bad person, right? Akira doesn’t know what to do about him.
The rain picks up, starting to drench them both. His fur is starting to soak and he’s probably beginning to smell like a wet dog. He hesitates, though, and reluctantly stretches a wing out over Simon, at least keeping some of the rain off of him. ]
Oh Akira, you have no idea just how selfish Simon can be.
The rain gets Simon to quicken his pace at a maddeningly alarming rate. The gesture with the wing, however hesitant, does strike a chord within him. Something visceral and old, like a feeling he had when he was small.
He does not make much of verbal stir about it, but his eyes dart over his shoulder and back at the thing, as if he's considering something silently.]
Okay, Mr. Wet 'n Stinky.
[Jokingly, he pops out from under the wing and walks into the castle doorway.]
Time to dry off. You may be part demon and have fancy-schmancy superpowers, but I'm pretty sure you can still get hypothermia.
C'mon. I'll help you.
Seems like some places on ya might be hard to reach.
[He means... Like... The back. Right between the wings.]
[ It really doesn't seem that way— not with how Simon is offering to help him so much, but his memories are clouded with people who are especially selfish, cold, murderous, afraid and without any inkling of sympathy. Surely this guy isn't like that. That's what Akira is very hesitantly lead to believe.
They enter the castle and Akira falls on all fours, wings folding up against him as he shakes himself off, starting from the shoulders and all the way down to the tip of his tail. ]
I'll be fine.
[ Simon, though. He can't generate controlled heat with his hands and he doesn't have a pelt to keep him warm. ]
[In some ways, Akira might be right. All humans are capable of being consumed by their own selfishness, so much so that they lose sight of comon decency and reality altogether. Simon is no different and, if he doesn't dare to change his fate, will be just another glaring example of why Akira has been so disappointed by all of mankind.
But in some ways, though the horrors and atrocities he has committed up to this point, albeit unknowingly... Perhaps they can be atoned for. Maybe the future will be brighter. Simon has only had one friend his whole life, after all, and maybe that is why-]
I'll live.
[Losing her had felt like the world was ending. Or would, hm.]
Y'know, for someone who seems to keep puttin' it out there that they really don't care...
[He could think of worse people to spend his time with. Samantha, for one.]
[ Akira sits his fuzzy ass right down, folding his legs together and tipping his palms upward. They illuminate a faint blue glow, his body warming up, evaporating water off of him. It's like being in a sauna. His nose curls, upper lip twitching to reveal his row of sharp teeth. Simon was thanking him, but was he really doing that much? Akira doesn't think so. He knows in the back of his mind it's probably just a matter of time before what small amount of trust in Simon he's placed already becomes broken.
He's hurt. He's so so badly that he just expects to be hurt again.
Akira doesn't say anything to that but reaches a hand out, pushing warmth in Simon's direction. It'll feel like standing near a campfire. ]
[Simon sputters. He knows that he looks tiny, and it's true, he's quite thin. The Apex has managed to gather enough to survive, but it's certainly not an excess.]
Well, you're smelly.
[Simon, you already said that.
He huffs and puffs and folds his arms around himself, though the warmth is. Soothing.]
Ugh. But, I guess, no matter what... We're stuck with each other.
A deal's a deal.
[He looks mad but he... Is scooching very noticeably closer ALSKDFJ]
[Simon stares in the other teen's direction, blinking once or twice.
He has never been the best at monitoring his emotions, constantly storming off to fill his time with routine habits, like making toys or training the others, or writing. Grace knows exactly what to say and how to calm him down, and he knows every in and out of her thought process, or so he thinks. He knows her favorite color and what day her birthday is, and that she loves pomp and circumstance and hates to smell bad. She's quick on her feet and is great with people, but can be careless with the little details, sometimes, and that's where Simon comes in.
But it's never occurred to him in any capacity, especially because for so many years it was just her and him, all by themselves-]
Sounds fair.
[That he actually does like company.
And that in this very instant Simon Laurent desperately would like to make a new friend.]
You just... Let me know.
[Strange, how someone so angry and even terrifying, spouting such cruel words...
Seems to so obviously have such a kind heart. Simon doesn't understand it.
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Date: 2021-04-11 03:03 am (UTC)[ Quite the conversationalist right now, isn’t he? Though, something is refreshing about seeing a human so excited and joyous over something to simple. There was passion there. Not just fear and hysteria. It was a selfish gesture to indulge in something too much, but that didn’t mean he was a bad person, right? Akira doesn’t know what to do about him.
The rain picks up, starting to drench them both. His fur is starting to soak and he’s probably beginning to smell like a wet dog. He hesitates, though, and reluctantly stretches a wing out over Simon, at least keeping some of the rain off of him. ]
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Date: 2021-04-11 04:14 am (UTC)Oh Akira, you have no idea just how selfish Simon can be.
The rain gets Simon to quicken his pace at a maddeningly alarming rate. The gesture with the wing, however hesitant, does strike a chord within him. Something visceral and old, like a feeling he had when he was small.
He does not make much of verbal stir about it, but his eyes dart over his shoulder and back at the thing, as if he's considering something silently.]
Okay, Mr. Wet 'n Stinky.
[Jokingly, he pops out from under the wing and walks into the castle doorway.]
Time to dry off. You may be part demon and have fancy-schmancy superpowers, but I'm pretty sure you can still get hypothermia.
C'mon. I'll help you.
Seems like some places on ya might be hard to reach.
[He means... Like... The back. Right between the wings.]
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Date: 2021-04-11 01:56 pm (UTC)They enter the castle and Akira falls on all fours, wings folding up against him as he shakes himself off, starting from the shoulders and all the way down to the tip of his tail. ]
I'll be fine.
[ Simon, though. He can't generate controlled heat with his hands and he doesn't have a pelt to keep him warm. ]
You might get sick though.
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Date: 2021-04-11 05:22 pm (UTC)But in some ways, though the horrors and atrocities he has committed up to this point, albeit unknowingly... Perhaps they can be atoned for. Maybe the future will be brighter. Simon has only had one friend his whole life, after all, and maybe that is why-]
I'll live.
[Losing her had felt like the world was ending. Or would, hm.]
Y'know, for someone who seems to keep puttin' it out there that they really don't care...
[He could think of worse people to spend his time with. Samantha, for one.]
You're pretty thoughtful.
Thanks.
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Date: 2021-04-12 12:37 am (UTC)He's hurt. He's so so badly that he just expects to be hurt again.
Akira doesn't say anything to that but reaches a hand out, pushing warmth in Simon's direction. It'll feel like standing near a campfire. ]
You look like a drowned rat.
[ i had to say this ]
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Date: 2021-04-12 01:41 am (UTC)[Simon sputters. He knows that he looks tiny, and it's true, he's quite thin. The Apex has managed to gather enough to survive, but it's certainly not an excess.]
Well, you're smelly.
[Simon, you already said that.
He huffs and puffs and folds his arms around himself, though the warmth is. Soothing.]
Ugh. But, I guess, no matter what... We're stuck with each other.
A deal's a deal.
[He looks mad but he... Is scooching very noticeably closer ALSKDFJ]
No backsies.
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Date: 2021-04-12 01:48 am (UTC)[ Akira holds out his other hand, giving Simon more warmth. ]
... Or unless I fuck up.
[ He's keenly aware of his mistakes and Simon having difficulty with trust, so he's willing to at least humble himself and admit it. ]
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Date: 2021-04-12 02:08 am (UTC)He has never been the best at monitoring his emotions, constantly storming off to fill his time with routine habits, like making toys or training the others, or writing. Grace knows exactly what to say and how to calm him down, and he knows every in and out of her thought process, or so he thinks. He knows her favorite color and what day her birthday is, and that she loves pomp and circumstance and hates to smell bad. She's quick on her feet and is great with people, but can be careless with the little details, sometimes, and that's where Simon comes in.
But it's never occurred to him in any capacity, especially because for so many years it was just her and him, all by themselves-]
Sounds fair.
[That he actually does like company.
And that in this very instant Simon Laurent desperately would like to make a new friend.]
You just... Let me know.
[Strange, how someone so angry and even terrifying, spouting such cruel words...
Seems to so obviously have such a kind heart. Simon doesn't understand it.
And yet he is learning that he would like to.]