Ew, A Nerd! [Lianne, Akira]

Lianne - No. 6

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AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta - Purple

To say Akira was flustered was an understatement, a burning crimson that had taken hold of cheek and face alike, heated exhales and an exasperated tone. Why did this always seem to occur? Either he was a serial killer or being tormented by some aggressive woman. He got an inkling that she was enjoying this, rather a lot actually, hues of gold darting around the estigma as it lit up and created a hypnotic flash show before him, eliciting a semblance of bewilderment as he blinked. It was then she stood, moving to offer a hand out to him, as there was a brief moment of hesitation.

Atleast this would be a new experience after all.

Akira shifted to take the hand, exhaling softly whilst standing and moving to begin walking to their intended destination. He’d act on the desire to speak, yet a brief circumstance occurred of which a shift in his demeanor rapidly took ahold,, a cold thousand yard stare in the corner of his eye, unseen to the arrancar but for Akira, seeing clearly Zathrusta.

"D’awww, isn’t it a little hypocritical for you to be enjoying the company of an Arrancar yet show such vile hatred for me? Is it because she’s-”

There was a shake of the head, dismissing it though the instinctual tension of his muscles couldn’t be concealed nor the fact he was holding her hand.

."Be candid, out of all you have ever met. How terrible is this first meeting?”

He laughed a little, self aware of his own shortcomings though didn’t consciously seem disappointed by it.

Lianne - No. 6

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AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | ZATHRUSTA (Inner Hollow) - Purple.

Fetish?!

When did he become so easily flustered and brought down into a depth of writhing anxiety, such soft hands firmly gripping his own digits, though that tight retort didn’t end at all, infact only increased. The sharp stare had wavered, returning into one that focused on her entirely, though eyelids blinked at the brazen vulgarity of men who held such an interest in the petite Arrancar. He let out a soft chuckle, a little anxious still though that did at least allow his mind to retort in some way, an air of calm confidence tossing aside that anxiety for the briefest moment. It was evident behind that voice of which switched a little that he wasn’t all fluster, as a rather factual, softness to his voice escaped the back of his throat.

."Action before words can be a telltale sign of their ability in the bedroom, so I have heard. Fragile ego with a desire to reinforce that they’re indeed packing so to speak and have the ability to satisfy all carnal pleasure, saying it outloud reaffirms this to themselves. I’ve read in a intimate engagement that it is far more engaging if one simply takes initiative and does.”

Only for it to falter a little, coughing a bit as he’d gone on one of those small rants which wasn’t entirely unsmart but he got the idea that his speech didn’t exactly garner adoration or major points with anyone. A nervous cackle followed, shaking his head.

."I’m glad I’m not the absolute worst to have subjected you to a conversation at least, unfortunate for you. Do you find those type of men often, does it even succeed?”

Jazz music halted.

Did he just ask her, if she slept around? Or a body count? Fuck. There was a nervous glance away, as he’d wish for anything right now, to utterly kill him and strike him from above, only for a familiar voice to elicit another tight grip on her hand.

."Ohoho, Akira. Forward aren’t we? You needn’t my assistance to break that scale into a hundred and one. Let’s see what your subconscious has to say about this closene-”

Enough.

Akira was now entirely trying to ignore the monstrosity in his head as the lips parted into a mutter, replicating that word and eyelids tightly shutting before reopening, glancing back to listen to Lianne.

Lianne - No. 6

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AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta - Purple.

Akira.exe had come to caese functioning.

The grasp by Lianne that turned into a brazen latch onto the left arm, bright eyes mischievously staring up at him, a soft exhale to calm an already heated core that felt akin to a forge, melting away any hope of a cool and collected facade. He was practically on fire, shades of crimson filling and staining all parts of neck and cheek alike, trying his best to cool it down with a casual scratch of the back of his own head, before being able to stutter a response, the Arcade came into view.

Of which Zathrusta decided to interfere once again with a hiss.

"Do you think I’d be more successful in taking this body if I were a woman Akira?”

"It would seem so.”

He retorted to both Lianne and Hollow in tandem.

Thank the soul cycle.

Akira shifted with Lianne inside to the confines of the blustering noises, aware she seemed to be into Icecream, well he needed to cool down anyway, the man decidedly buying two slushies for whatever taste Lianne wanted. He had a mix of red and blue, creating a pretty plum purple within the confines of the plastic and offering out her’s if she had decided to consume such a thing. There was a large amount of arcade games on view, from classics like mortal kombat, all the way to more advanced zombie survival shoot em ups that required more money for each chapter.

"Dealers choice. I am fond of a little mortal kombat though.”

Lianne - No. 6

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