[ His response makes the most sense, but it's hard to wrap her head around the image of a Kazuya with no sense of control. Is it related to his power over demons?
Not shadows or Personas... but demons. It doesn't make a lick of sense still. ]
Hm? [ Oh. ] Nothing right now.
[ She would know if she had attacked someone, wouldn't she? Kazuya would not be sitting here across from her if that's the case. ]
Um, well I understand the feeling, I suppose. When the Labyrinth lured us in I ended up in some kind of haunted room.
[ Her stomach knots and the nausea kicks in harder. She swallows hard, the phantom taste of blood filling her throat. ]
Like your boyfriend, I didn't mean to.
[ Haru's hands sit in her lap, nervously picking underneath her nails. ]
There was something in that room. A demon or spirit, I'm not sure. It took over my body and I...
[ It's hard not to feel guilty, despite Akechi having no qualms (as far as she can tell) about it. If anything, he reveled in the violence of it all. ]
[Huh. She's nervous. Does that mean she regrets it? Or enjoyed it? It's funny, that even if he knows what someone might be feeling, there's no other information for why they're feeling like that.
And to say a demon or a spirit... So maybe it was that "Milady" of hers. He takes another sip.]
You attacked the person you were with. [He finishes for her. But a curiousity burns in him now, triggered by her nerves. His voice is even, non-judgmental.] Did you like it?
[ Whoops, her voice raises a little, but she's quick to quiet down.
She looks around nervously, then back at Kazuya, waving her hands back and forth. ]
Think of it as... my other self. Besides, my Persona isn't what made me attack Akechi-kun. There was something in that strange room that was trying to hurt us both.
You attacked Akechi, though? [He makes a face, like he's trying to puzzle something out.] I can't say I'm surprised... Honestly, he probably deserved it, even if you say something else was making you do it.
[ Akechi has incurred her wrath before. She doesn't need to keep rehashing that point.
She sighs, looking outside the window into the dark, only her reflection visible. ]
It isn't like that. He hadn't done anything.
[ It makes her sick, to think about that creature worming its way into her heart, trying to force them to sink into despair over what it thought was their desires.
Or maybe there was some truth it. She's been trying not to dwell on it, because each time she does, the image of Akechi's half torn lip, blood pooling around them, emerges in her mind's eye. ]
[... He hadn't done anything? Maybe that means he'd been playing nice for her. Ah well, it's not Kazuya's business to explain anything more than that. Instead, he focuses on drinking his cooling drink.]
Well... I wouldn't be too worried about it. He's a pretty strong guy, all things considered. I doubt he's hung up on whatever happened between you two, even if you did attack him. Besides, it's not like you killed each other or anything, or left any lasting damage.
[ What does he mean by that? Haru is trying to decipher it, but her thoughts are suddenly muddled, unfocused on the squeamish topic at hand.
Her focus shifts instead to Kazuya's lips as he keeps prattling away. What was he talking about? It's hard to listen when his lips look so soft and inviting.
She rises from her seat, the legs scraping the floor noisily before she pivots over to his side of the table. One hand settles on his chest as she lowers herself onto him, legs straddling Kazuya's hips. Another hand cups his face, pulling him in for a soft, chaste kiss. ]
[For a brief moment, he wonders if he's in trouble when she gets up to move. To the point where when she grabs his face, he doesn't fight it, mind instead worrying that maybe he's weirded her out or something and he's about to get the boot from her cafe.
Instead, her lips are on his. Soft. Warm. Inviting.
She's really as sweet as the drink she made for him, isn't she? Reflexively, his hands loosely encircle her waist, and he finds he's kissing her back. It's something maybe a little less than chaste, and his eyes slip closed.]
[ Her face is warm, tingling pleasantly when Kazuya kisses her back. She leans further against him, to coax him farther into her mouth, parting her lips slightly as invitation.
Her arms wrap around him, a finger twirling a strand of blue playfully.
He feels so nice and she's forgotten all about whatever it was they were discussing mere seconds ago. ]
[Weird. What had they been talking about? It's not even registering in his mind as something to worry about, to think about. Her lips are parted, and she's kissing him and warm in his lap. And apparently wants more.
He's better at kissing like this now than he was when he first arrived, but this is, in fact, someone he isn't used to kissing. So he tries to be slower about it. More methodical as he slips his tongue into her mouth, pulls her a little more firmly into his lap and braces her.]
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Not shadows or Personas... but demons. It doesn't make a lick of sense still. ]
Hm? [ Oh. ] Nothing right now.
[ She would know if she had attacked someone, wouldn't she? Kazuya would not be sitting here across from her if that's the case. ]
Um, well I understand the feeling, I suppose. When the Labyrinth lured us in I ended up in some kind of haunted room.
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[He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]
Did you end up attacking someone, then? Since you said you understood the feeling.
[He can't imagine anything else that'd match, and Haru seems pretty mild-mannered and polite aside. Who then, would she have attacked?]
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Like your boyfriend, I didn't mean to.
[ Haru's hands sit in her lap, nervously picking underneath her nails. ]
There was something in that room. A demon or spirit, I'm not sure. It took over my body and I...
[ It's hard not to feel guilty, despite Akechi having no qualms (as far as she can tell) about it. If anything, he reveled in the violence of it all. ]
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And to say a demon or a spirit... So maybe it was that "Milady" of hers. He takes another sip.]
You attacked the person you were with. [He finishes for her. But a curiousity burns in him now, triggered by her nerves. His voice is even, non-judgmental.] Did you like it?
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[ Her response is immediate, defensive and a bit loud.
Haru takes a moment to gather herself, shoulders settling back into place. ]
Every moment of it controlling me was awful. I feel sick just thinking about it.
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[Maybe it's not the same thing then, and Kazuya shakes his head.]
I thought it might be different, with that demon inside you.
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[ Whoops, her voice raises a little, but she's quick to quiet down.
She looks around nervously, then back at Kazuya, waving her hands back and forth. ]
Think of it as... my other self. Besides, my Persona isn't what made me attack Akechi-kun. There was something in that strange room that was trying to hurt us both.
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[Just so she knows!]
You attacked Akechi, though? [He makes a face, like he's trying to puzzle something out.] I can't say I'm surprised... Honestly, he probably deserved it, even if you say something else was making you do it.
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[ Akechi has incurred her wrath before. She doesn't need to keep rehashing that point.
She sighs, looking outside the window into the dark, only her reflection visible. ]
It isn't like that. He hadn't done anything.
[ It makes her sick, to think about that creature worming its way into her heart, trying to force them to sink into despair over what it thought was their desires.
Or maybe there was some truth it. She's been trying not to dwell on it, because each time she does, the image of Akechi's half torn lip, blood pooling around them, emerges in her mind's eye. ]
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Well... I wouldn't be too worried about it. He's a pretty strong guy, all things considered. I doubt he's hung up on whatever happened between you two, even if you did attack him. Besides, it's not like you killed each other or anything, or left any lasting damage.
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Truthfully, Akechi-kun seems alright, but it was quite a vicious fight. I... or it, injured him rather badly then.
[ She'll have to assume Maruki or Akira patched him up afterwards. ]
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["Tussled" is putting it pretty mildly for what they've done...]
Like you said though, he's definitely alright now, so I wouldn't let it eat at you too much.
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[ Is there anyone Akechi isn't beefing with?
More of the colour in her cheeks fades away, even as she continues to stare into the darkness. ]
It... um, it bit him? [ A beat. ] I bit him?
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[Girl, what.]
He tastes pretty good, right? He's probably used to it by now.
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Tastes good?!
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I didn't bite him! Not on purpose!
[ Also- ]
W-Why are you biting Akechi-kun?!
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[What has she not clued into yet...]
how is this a conversation they're actually having
[ HE TASTES LIKE A PERSON. THAT'S NOT GOOD. ]
It was horrible!
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Oh, I guess maybe you don't get anything like I do from having that demon of yours. To me, he tastes really, really good.
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Her focus shifts instead to Kazuya's lips as he keeps prattling away. What was he talking about? It's hard to listen when his lips look so soft and inviting.
She rises from her seat, the legs scraping the floor noisily before she pivots over to his side of the table. One hand settles on his chest as she lowers herself onto him, legs straddling Kazuya's hips. Another hand cups his face, pulling him in for a soft, chaste kiss. ]
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Instead, her lips are on his. Soft. Warm. Inviting.
She's really as sweet as the drink she made for him, isn't she? Reflexively, his hands loosely encircle her waist, and he finds he's kissing her back. It's something maybe a little less than chaste, and his eyes slip closed.]
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Her arms wrap around him, a finger twirling a strand of blue playfully.
He feels so nice and she's forgotten all about whatever it was they were discussing mere seconds ago. ]
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He's better at kissing like this now than he was when he first arrived, but this is, in fact, someone he isn't used to kissing. So he tries to be slower about it. More methodical as he slips his tongue into her mouth, pulls her a little more firmly into his lap and braces her.]
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