[Mixed messages, buddy. She gives him an exasperated little frown at his form of address, but enters the room readily enough with a cheerful hum to drop her bag on the table. It clinks from the bottles and it sounds like there's rustling paper, too? She kind of misses plastic bags for packaging food, but paper works well enough.]
Glad to be here! So what's up?
[She doesn't quite bounce on her heels -- while she's doing better than the last time she saw him, it's not an immediate shift back to her usual energy -- she does clasp her hands behind her back and smile at him playfully. He had promised it would be worth her while, after all.]
[He pretends not to notice that frown and closes the door behind her. The 'clink' from the bag catches his attention and he walks up to it, gesturing with his hand if he's allowed to pick it up for her.]
Ah, yes. Seems like this world keeps continuing privy to our lives and I was dropped yet another 'gift'. You like music, correct?
[A gesture back to indicate that it's all his. Inside, he'll find two bottles of seltzer water, three different kinds of fruit juice, and a bottle of low-proof sweet wine, along with some various sweet and salty snacks that she'd prepared over the past few days when she'd been up to it.]
I just grabbed a bunch of stuff. You're still only drinking bottled water?
[She perks up at the mention of music, though, nodding once and feeling her headphones bounce a little against her chest with the motion. Yes, she loves music, her expression brightening a little at the prospect.]
Yes. [He nods at the question and moves to his little kitchen corner to place the drinks into his fridge for time being. When he's through with that he walks back into the main room and gestures at the record player sitting on top of his night stand.]
Something from home. The ruler of this place or whoever is responsible for our presence here is eerily familiar with my tastes. I found this thing with a vinyl containing the music from my favorite jazz club. Along with a drink. [He's not going to mention the coincidence of it all happening during his birthday nope.]
While it only lessens my trust in this place I don't see any harm from enjoying it with another music enthusiast.
[Beelining over the record player, she tilts her head this way and that as she looks it over. It's not a model she's overly familiar with -- it's not like she was a big connoisseur of technology that Fuuka was -- but it's charmingly retro in a way that brings a smile to her face as she rests a hand on it.]
The only club I've ever been to was a dance club. A jazz club sounds sophisticated!
[Fits the detective image, anyway, like what she'd expect to see in the movies.]
Yes. It's from establishment called Jazz Jin. A little bit hole in a wall kind of place in Kichijoji. Quite friendly towards high schoolers as well and I got along with the owner rather well. I took Akira there a few times as well, perfect place for conversation without curious ears.
[He chuckles at her reaction, glad to see that he could impress her a bit.]
Please, make yourself comfortable, Shiomi-san. I'll go put out the servings you brought.
[Showing off... good for him, though. It's nice that he had something he liked so much, and it's kind of sweet that he wants to share it with her. She gives him another smile -- even if it's followed by an exasperated shake of her head -- as she drags over a chair to get herself a good spot by the record player.]
What kinds of things did you talk about? Phantom Thief stuff?
Sometimes. Back then I was working on a case of trying solve the mystery behind them alongside with the police. Akira was rather obvious case. [Not that he hadn't been aware of them a good while by that point, though.
He goes to take out two glasses, ice and seltzer drinks, preparing a drink for both of them. After that he enjoys the snacks she brought with her, frowning a bit at them. He really hopes she doesn't expect him to keep them. Well, anyway he does put some of the more sugary snacks on the bowl and brings it to the table where record player is sitting and then goes to fetch the drinks.
There's a slight breeze coming in the dimly lit room through the open window. It's.. not quite the same atmosphere as it was back in the club but it's okay. He's not really here to impress her too much.
Akechi also pulls a chair for himself and pressed the play-button on the player, starting the first song.]
So you were just trying to get information on him at first? ["At first," because whatever they are now, she's certain they're friends of a sort. Maybe not the same kind of friendship she has with her team members, but something like it, anyway.
Also, yes, she expects him to keep them. They're birthday presents! Which she won't call presents. Still, she waits patiently, turning her chair just enough to get a good angle of the music, and feel the breeze on her skin. Even if she's inside, something about the feeling of comfort reminds her of the school rooftop.
She holds her drink and closes her eyes when he hits play, letting the music wash over her. Jazz really isn't her main thing -- she prefers electronic or pop, sometimes classical -- but it's still beautiful. And really, it's the spirit of the gesture that makes it meaningful. Hopefully Goro isn't expecting any commentary from her, because she's just gently bobbing her head to the music.]
Something like that. [He admits quietly. That summer.. sure had been a thing. Full of pretending, fake flirting and blind cant-mouse game. Exhausting ordeal, one that he doesn't want to really revisit that by going into deeper details with Kotone. Just like his past as Detective Prince.
It's okay. Akechi is, for once, quiet too. He closes his eyes and just focuses on enjoying from the song, the tension leaving from his shoulders. And when the song is finally over he brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip.]
So, how was it? Of course, it doesn't hold a candle to the live performance. I was lucky enough to catch the singer at the club.
[She glances sideways at him, but doesn't press for more details. If he wants to tell her, he can! He seems like the type to speak unprompted about the things he does want to talk about, instead of needing to have information pried out of him. Besides, it would be harder to hear the music if she were chatting.
Weirdly enough, it feels like one of the first times she's been able to relax in recent days, just listening to the singer's melancholic voice. Again, slower than her usual taste, but still-]
It's beautiful. I can't imagine how nice it would have been live. [She mirrors him, taking a sip from her seltzer with a smile.] You said the place was a hole in the wall in Kichijoji? How'd you find it?
[Well. He has a bad habit of trauma-dumping when he gets on the mood, so she's not totally wrong in her assessment.]
It was by accident, mostly. I tend to prefer Kichijoji over busier areas like Shibuya. Less prying eyes and more privacy, if you know what I mean. [The downside to fame and so on. His popularity might not be as high as the pop-singer's or so, but there were still plenty of times when someone would recognize in the streets.] I used to have a habit to cycle around Kichijoji in the mornings. I happened to spot the owner having a smoke outside of the place and ended up chatting with him.
[Muhen.. was a curious case, yes. A little grouchy and blunt man with little patience for bullshit. Something that Akechi actually appreciated in him. He was never starstuck with him and treated him like any other customer.]
Oh, I didn't know you rode a bike! We mostly used the monorail and walked. Tatsumi Port Island isn't as big as Shibuya, but it had everything we needed.
[It's not too far away from those places, but it's also so much work and time to leave town that it was just easier not to. But it's nice to think that Goro was friendly enough -- or acted friendly enough -- to befriend the owner of a classy place like Jazz Jin seemed to be.
She huffs a laugh through her nose at the question about the dance club, her smile growing somewhat fond as she thinks back and takes a sip from her seltzer.] Technically, they weren't supposed to let me in 'cause I was too young, but the guy at the door didn't care enough to stop me as long as I didn't make any trouble. I met some really interesting people there!
[Swirling the ice in her glass, she taps her fingers gently against it.] There was an old Buddhist monk I used to hang out with there. I mean, he was a monk, but he didn't act like it, he was drinking and smoking the whole time. [Her nose wrinkles, because the cigar didn't smell great, but that's not important.] We talked a lot, and in the end, he was able to make amends with his wife and son and move back. Last I heard, he was doing well.
Ah, yes. I would cycle to places whenever I could. Of course, no one in Tokyo can be spared from using the train. It's almost a pity they don't bicycles here. Horses really aren't the same thing, right.
[Cycling is actually one of the few activities that he misses from home. It had been something that he genuinely had enjoyed doing, something that actually made him feel connected to life. If that made sense.
Anyway, he can't help but laugh out loud when hearing her explanation.]
Really? A high school girl all alone in a club at the dead of the night, chatting up shady drunkards and so. You really are scandalous person, K-- Shiomi-san. [Oops, he almost slipped there. But really, this all really explains why she gets along so well with someone like Dazai-san.] I'm sure you were unstoppable force.
[Not riding them, mind. Petting them. That reminds her, she has to see if she can nag someone to teach her how to ride a horse...
His laughter makes her smile with genuine delight, some of the sparkle returning to her eyes when he nearly slips on her name.]
He really wasn't that bad! I learned a lot from him. President Tanaka is the one who tried being more of a bad influence. I ended up having to give him like, 40,000 yen before he'd talk to me.
[Tanaka, as in Tanaka from the old TV shopping program on Sundays? Of course, by Goro's time, he runs a website for Shady Commodities, but she doesn't know that.]
[He pays attention to the name Tanaka. It does sound familiar to him so he's sure to file it away to his mind, right in the folder "for the later". It's really a shame he doesn't have access to internet here!]
You really do come pretty interesting people, let's say. Not that I haven't met rather colorful personalities through my line of work. Say, you wouldn't have happened to run into anyone with ties to Yakuza? [Sure, Iwai was more of Akira's associate but it wasn't like he hadn't paid attention to the shady airsoft shopkeeper. Especially nearing the end-times.]
--Oh! [He quickly waves the air before she has a chance to give her answer.] If the order is the same as in the club the song after this is one of the best from the record.
[She frowns, trying to think. The yakuza...? She doesn't think so, unless those guys at the mahjong parlor counted. They were just kind of sketchy, though. She shakes her head and opens her mouth to say so, but shuts it again when he speaks up.]
Oh yeah? Tell me what you like about it.
[Either while it's playing, or after, she doesn't mind! But she'd like to hear his perspective.]
[It's almost uncharacteristic of him to be in such a good mood. He's not usually happy but getting the record is getting him pretty darn close.]
Ah. Actually, I wish I could hear your assessment first, if you don't mind? [There's a hint of a test present here. It'd be lying to deny that Kotone hadn't roused his interest during their last meeting, despite it ending with him walking off. He really wants to see if she, too, has what it takes to challenge him.
He falls silent when the next song, No More What Ifs (because that's the only song mun knows), begins to play. The only sound, aside from the singer's melancholic yet soothing voice, is the faint clinking of the ice as it's slowly begin to melt in their glasses.]
[Is this a test? It feels like a test. He even said "assessment" and not "opinion." But okay, she closes her eyes to listen, tapping her foot gently to the music. Musically, it's a little bit repetitive, almost calming in its easy beat. It'd be nice for a romance dance, she thinks, the kind where you just put your arms around someone and just sway back and forth.
The lyrics are interesting, too. Second-guessing decisions, staying true to oneself, following through... it reminds her of Goro in a way she doesn't know how to explain just yet, a kind of resonance with Melchizedek that she can feel more than articulate. Her lips quirk up at the final line what matters most is how you bring joy to life, so...]
I like it! [she announces finally when it's over, dragging a fingernail idly up the side of her glass as she thinks about her "assessment."] About resolution, standing by your own choices even if you don't know if they're right or not. Like, she's singing about being alone, but she's also singing to someone. It actually reminds me of a song I have...
[She taps her headphones. Somebody once said Burn My Dead, babe.]
[Leaning forward Akechi crosses his legs, and rest his chin on the hand as he observes her. He does look rather pleased with her answer, nodding at her.]
Not bad, Shiomi-san. I have to say that I agree with you. Life is unfair to most of us, leaving some with no other than 'bad' options to choose from. In cases like those I believe it's important to stick to your guns and follow your guts, not allowing your resolution to shake even at the face of uncertainty. A mature song, and I feel like the singer really knew how to capture the meaning behind of it.
[He takes another drink and looks down at her headphones.] Really? Which song is that?
[Her smile is small and a little lopsided. That really does describe the life of a Persona-user, huh? Sometimes there's only the lesser of two evils to choose from, and one can only make the best of a bad situation.
Her eyes brighten a little with humor as she scrolls through the MP3 player hanging on its lanyard around her neck, turning it a few seconds later to show the track name scrolling along its very-early-2000s display -- Burn My Dread.]
Wanna listen? It's not jazz, though. [She holds up one of her headphones with her other hand. He'll have to scoot closer so they can share, but she doesn't mind!]
Hm. [He peers at the player with a curious eyes, recognizing the model. Oh, how cute. He thinks to himself while looking at her retro tech. Well, she had said to be from 2009.]
I don't mind. I told you that my work required me to keep track of the trends, music included. [He reaches to press 'pause' on the record player, and moves his chair closer to her. The whole set up kinda reminds him from their time at the party, where she had so boldly just decided share the chair with him. Well, at least they're not that close this time, shoulders and knees barely bumping to each other.
After settling down he takes the offered headphone, placing it on his ear.]
[She smiles at him coming into her personal space of his own free will -- she'd have moved if he hadn't, but it's nice to see him take the imitative -- and sets her other headphone on her ear so they can listen together. Oh, but first!]
I want to hear your assessment, too. [It's said with a bit of a teasing lilt to her voice, because yeah, she is genuinely interested in his opinion, but also she's making fun of him.
As she hits play, she starts drumming her fingers gently against the glass. It's a familiar song, after all, and one of her favorites! And it's not like she can add more music to her MP3 player these days, so she's been listening to these same songs for the past few months.]
[Look! For scenario like this it's not that much of a big deal. He can feel the warmth radiating off her body just as her own, characteristic scent mixed with faint floral fragrance travels to his nostrils. But it's nothing he can't handle. He had to sit tight and close to others in Monabus while traversing through Mementos with the Phantom Thieves.
The comment only earns a smirk from him, because yeah. He can tell that she's poking at him verbally, but whatever! And with that he focuses on the music, listening carefully the lyrics and beat. Yeah.. It's an old song, he can tell. Not really something you'd hear them play in radio. Once the song is over he removes the headphone and returns it to her.]
Was this popular in your time? Can't say that I've heard anything like this in a long time, but that being said. [Akechi leans back, taking another sip out of his drink as if he's trying to piece together his thoughts.] I believe it tackles the questions of existentialism. Coming to terms with one's mortality and finding strength from it, knowing that despite everything you have lived your life proudly.
[He can't help but laugh a little.] I can see why you'd like this one.
[Really, it just reminds her how grateful she is to Fuuka for building these high quality headphones for her. Even if the music is a little old by most people's standards, the sound is still good.
She gives him a pleased smile as she takes a sip from her own drink, not bothering to move away. Considering how often she breaches other people's personal space, something like this is hardly a big deal to her. But she just nods at his summary, a little pleased.]
Yeah. D'you think your singer, [she nods toward the record player,] was referencing this song? They're kind of similar, I think.
[She bumps his shoulder companionably.] Fits both of us, huh?
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Glad to be here! So what's up?
[She doesn't quite bounce on her heels -- while she's doing better than the last time she saw him, it's not an immediate shift back to her usual energy -- she does clasp her hands behind her back and smile at him playfully. He had promised it would be worth her while, after all.]
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Ah, yes. Seems like this world keeps continuing privy to our lives and I was dropped yet another 'gift'. You like music, correct?
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I just grabbed a bunch of stuff. You're still only drinking bottled water?
[She perks up at the mention of music, though, nodding once and feeling her headphones bounce a little against her chest with the motion. Yes, she loves music, her expression brightening a little at the prospect.]
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Something from home. The ruler of this place or whoever is responsible for our presence here is eerily familiar with my tastes. I found this thing with a vinyl containing the music from my favorite jazz club. Along with a drink. [He's not going to mention the coincidence of it all happening during his birthday nope.]
While it only lessens my trust in this place I don't see any harm from enjoying it with another music enthusiast.
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[Beelining over the record player, she tilts her head this way and that as she looks it over. It's not a model she's overly familiar with -- it's not like she was a big connoisseur of technology that Fuuka was -- but it's charmingly retro in a way that brings a smile to her face as she rests a hand on it.]
The only club I've ever been to was a dance club. A jazz club sounds sophisticated!
[Fits the detective image, anyway, like what she'd expect to see in the movies.]
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[He chuckles at her reaction, glad to see that he could impress her a bit.]
Please, make yourself comfortable, Shiomi-san. I'll go put out the servings you brought.
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[Showing off... good for him, though. It's nice that he had something he liked so much, and it's kind of sweet that he wants to share it with her. She gives him another smile -- even if it's followed by an exasperated shake of her head -- as she drags over a chair to get herself a good spot by the record player.]
What kinds of things did you talk about? Phantom Thief stuff?
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He goes to take out two glasses, ice and seltzer drinks, preparing a drink for both of them. After that he enjoys the snacks she brought with her, frowning a bit at them. He really hopes she doesn't expect him to keep them. Well, anyway he does put some of the more sugary snacks on the bowl and brings it to the table where record player is sitting and then goes to fetch the drinks.
There's a slight breeze coming in the dimly lit room through the open window. It's.. not quite the same atmosphere as it was back in the club but it's okay. He's not really here to impress her too much.
Akechi also pulls a chair for himself and pressed the play-button on the player, starting the first song.]
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Also, yes, she expects him to keep them. They're birthday presents! Which she won't call presents. Still, she waits patiently, turning her chair just enough to get a good angle of the music, and feel the breeze on her skin. Even if she's inside, something about the feeling of comfort reminds her of the school rooftop.
She holds her drink and closes her eyes when he hits play, letting the music wash over her. Jazz really isn't her main thing -- she prefers electronic or pop, sometimes classical -- but it's still beautiful. And really, it's the spirit of the gesture that makes it meaningful. Hopefully Goro isn't expecting any commentary from her, because she's just gently bobbing her head to the music.]
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It's okay. Akechi is, for once, quiet too. He closes his eyes and just focuses on enjoying from the song, the tension leaving from his shoulders. And when the song is finally over he brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip.]
So, how was it? Of course, it doesn't hold a candle to the live performance. I was lucky enough to catch the singer at the club.
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Weirdly enough, it feels like one of the first times she's been able to relax in recent days, just listening to the singer's melancholic voice. Again, slower than her usual taste, but still-]
It's beautiful. I can't imagine how nice it would have been live. [She mirrors him, taking a sip from her seltzer with a smile.] You said the place was a hole in the wall in Kichijoji? How'd you find it?
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It was by accident, mostly. I tend to prefer Kichijoji over busier areas like Shibuya. Less prying eyes and more privacy, if you know what I mean. [The downside to fame and so on. His popularity might not be as high as the pop-singer's or so, but there were still plenty of times when someone would recognize in the streets.] I used to have a habit to cycle around Kichijoji in the mornings. I happened to spot the owner having a smoke outside of the place and ended up chatting with him.
[Muhen.. was a curious case, yes. A little grouchy and blunt man with little patience for bullshit. Something that Akechi actually appreciated in him. He was never starstuck with him and treated him like any other customer.]
What was the dance club like?
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[It's not too far away from those places, but it's also so much work and time to leave town that it was just easier not to. But it's nice to think that Goro was friendly enough -- or acted friendly enough -- to befriend the owner of a classy place like Jazz Jin seemed to be.
She huffs a laugh through her nose at the question about the dance club, her smile growing somewhat fond as she thinks back and takes a sip from her seltzer.] Technically, they weren't supposed to let me in 'cause I was too young, but the guy at the door didn't care enough to stop me as long as I didn't make any trouble. I met some really interesting people there!
[Swirling the ice in her glass, she taps her fingers gently against it.] There was an old Buddhist monk I used to hang out with there. I mean, he was a monk, but he didn't act like it, he was drinking and smoking the whole time. [Her nose wrinkles, because the cigar didn't smell great, but that's not important.] We talked a lot, and in the end, he was able to make amends with his wife and son and move back. Last I heard, he was doing well.
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[Cycling is actually one of the few activities that he misses from home. It had been something that he genuinely had enjoyed doing, something that actually made him feel connected to life. If that made sense.
Anyway, he can't help but laugh out loud when hearing her explanation.]
Really? A high school girl all alone in a club at the dead of the night, chatting up shady drunkards and so. You really are scandalous person, K-- Shiomi-san. [Oops, he almost slipped there. But really, this all really explains why she gets along so well with someone like Dazai-san.] I'm sure you were unstoppable force.
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[Not riding them, mind. Petting them. That reminds her, she has to see if she can nag someone to teach her how to ride a horse...
His laughter makes her smile with genuine delight, some of the sparkle returning to her eyes when he nearly slips on her name.]
He really wasn't that bad! I learned a lot from him. President Tanaka is the one who tried being more of a bad influence. I ended up having to give him like, 40,000 yen before he'd talk to me.
[Tanaka, as in Tanaka from the old TV shopping program on Sundays? Of course, by Goro's time, he runs a website for Shady Commodities, but she doesn't know that.]
horse girl kotone!!
You really do come pretty interesting people, let's say. Not that I haven't met rather colorful personalities through my line of work. Say, you wouldn't have happened to run into anyone with ties to Yakuza? [Sure, Iwai was more of Akira's associate but it wasn't like he hadn't paid attention to the shady airsoft shopkeeper. Especially nearing the end-times.]
--Oh! [He quickly waves the air before she has a chance to give her answer.] If the order is the same as in the club the song after this is one of the best from the record.
horse girl!!
Oh yeah? Tell me what you like about it.
[Either while it's playing, or after, she doesn't mind! But she'd like to hear his perspective.]
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Ah. Actually, I wish I could hear your assessment first, if you don't mind? [There's a hint of a test present here. It'd be lying to deny that Kotone hadn't roused his interest during their last meeting, despite it ending with him walking off. He really wants to see if she, too, has what it takes to challenge him.
He falls silent when the next song, No More What Ifs (because that's the only song mun knows), begins to play. The only sound, aside from the singer's melancholic yet soothing voice, is the faint clinking of the ice as it's slowly begin to melt in their glasses.]
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[Is this a test? It feels like a test. He even said "assessment" and not "opinion." But okay, she closes her eyes to listen, tapping her foot gently to the music. Musically, it's a little bit repetitive, almost calming in its easy beat. It'd be nice for a romance dance, she thinks, the kind where you just put your arms around someone and just sway back and forth.
The lyrics are interesting, too. Second-guessing decisions, staying true to oneself, following through... it reminds her of Goro in a way she doesn't know how to explain just yet, a kind of resonance with Melchizedek that she can feel more than articulate. Her lips quirk up at the final line what matters most is how you bring joy to life, so...]
I like it! [she announces finally when it's over, dragging a fingernail idly up the side of her glass as she thinks about her "assessment."] About resolution, standing by your own choices even if you don't know if they're right or not. Like, she's singing about being alone, but she's also singing to someone. It actually reminds me of a song I have...
[She taps her headphones. Somebody once said Burn My Dead, babe.]
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Not bad, Shiomi-san. I have to say that I agree with you. Life is unfair to most of us, leaving some with no other than 'bad' options to choose from. In cases like those I believe it's important to stick to your guns and follow your guts, not allowing your resolution to shake even at the face of uncertainty. A mature song, and I feel like the singer really knew how to capture the meaning behind of it.
[He takes another drink and looks down at her headphones.] Really? Which song is that?
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[Her smile is small and a little lopsided. That really does describe the life of a Persona-user, huh? Sometimes there's only the lesser of two evils to choose from, and one can only make the best of a bad situation.
Her eyes brighten a little with humor as she scrolls through the MP3 player hanging on its lanyard around her neck, turning it a few seconds later to show the track name scrolling along its very-early-2000s display -- Burn My Dread.]
Wanna listen? It's not jazz, though. [She holds up one of her headphones with her other hand. He'll have to scoot closer so they can share, but she doesn't mind!]
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I don't mind. I told you that my work required me to keep track of the trends, music included. [He reaches to press 'pause' on the record player, and moves his chair closer to her. The whole set up kinda reminds him from their time at the party, where she had so boldly just decided share the chair with him. Well, at least they're not that close this time, shoulders and knees barely bumping to each other.
After settling down he takes the offered headphone, placing it on his ear.]
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I want to hear your assessment, too. [It's said with a bit of a teasing lilt to her voice, because yeah, she is genuinely interested in his opinion, but also she's making fun of him.
As she hits play, she starts drumming her fingers gently against the glass. It's a familiar song, after all, and one of her favorites! And it's not like she can add more music to her MP3 player these days, so she's been listening to these same songs for the past few months.]
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The comment only earns a smirk from him, because yeah. He can tell that she's poking at him verbally, but whatever! And with that he focuses on the music, listening carefully the lyrics and beat. Yeah.. It's an old song, he can tell. Not really something you'd hear them play in radio. Once the song is over he removes the headphone and returns it to her.]
Was this popular in your time? Can't say that I've heard anything like this in a long time, but that being said. [Akechi leans back, taking another sip out of his drink as if he's trying to piece together his thoughts.] I believe it tackles the questions of existentialism. Coming to terms with one's mortality and finding strength from it, knowing that despite everything you have lived your life proudly.
[He can't help but laugh a little.] I can see why you'd like this one.
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She gives him a pleased smile as she takes a sip from her own drink, not bothering to move away. Considering how often she breaches other people's personal space, something like this is hardly a big deal to her. But she just nods at his summary, a little pleased.]
Yeah. D'you think your singer, [she nods toward the record player,] was referencing this song? They're kind of similar, I think.
[She bumps his shoulder companionably.] Fits both of us, huh?
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i feel like we should slam CW for death talk here???
OH YEAH PROBABLY
JUST YOUR REGULAR PERSONA STUFF !!
adding in cw for suicide ideation boy this is a proper p3 social link now
Blanket warnings for whole thing tbh
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