[ Like a woman, he's flustered by the gesture. He has to bite back a laugh, smiling fondly as Ryuji goes about processing what he'd just been given. He's pleased by his response, finding the way he inhales the earthy scents to be thoughtful of him.
He hadn't quite thought of it as an apology; he'd thought of the idea on a whim and acted on impulse.
Fortunately, Ryuji doesn't try to draw attention to his apparent guilt. ]
Crooked. [ And he reaches forward to fix this, tugging it down slightly so that it's encircling the top of his head rather than hanging off of it. And now he's nudging at the underside of his chin, forcing him to look up. ] There. Now it's beautiful.
[Whenever the day comes that he finds out Achilles thinks of him as a woman, he's probably going to give him a verbal hell the likes of which he's never seen before. It doesn't exactly help, of course, that he is flustered, but that's just because... well, fuck, he doesn't know WHY he's blushing like this, he just is, ok?
Achilles, on the other hand, has sent impulses all up and down Ryuji's spine just by going and moving the crown to its proper position. Of course he wouldn't know how it's supposed to look, he's never had to wear one of these things before- and it's probably for the best that he's not trying to don it like it's a baseball cap.
It's the touches that set him off, though, the familiarity of going straight for his chin that has his eternal pissed off expression loosening up and softening around all the edges. Ryuji looks happy to hear those words come out of Achilles' mouth, his cues all screwed up at the moment as he's unable to hide any part of himself from the other- and then, just like that, he disengages looking the other in the eyes, instead, averting it towards the corner of the room.]
Yo, uhm... [He tries tilting his head back down again, but it's clear that he looks a little remiss at the way that this exchange was going. Achilles went too far, again.] This sorta stuff... man, it's... uh... it's sending me all sorts of messages...
[ Sorry... he's just going with the flow. He finds satisfaction in pleasing others.
He bows his head out of respect, withdrawing his hand so he can cross his arms absently. He holds back a sigh, wondering if something like that would be offensive. ]
[If he keeps his mind on the mission, then he doesn't need to think about all the other stuff. Like the way his heart rate's up, or the urges to let him touch his chin again. It's... it's easier, this way, right? He starts to rattle off some information that was handed down to him- about a famous artist that he's been tasked with trying to delay the vote to kill the king.]
Kinda weird, right? I mean, I tried to speed up the vote since we were laggin' behind and now, it's like... happening way too damn fast. [There's a twinge of guilt in his voice here, a little bit of disappointment. He's striking out in everything from romance to writing history. What else could happen, right?
God, he was looking forward to this mission being over for some downtime. And a good training facility. He wanted to start lifting weights again.]
So my plan is to try and get an audience with this dude and distract him. My buddy back home had this weird thing with wanting to draw people nude.
[ He listens intently, taking the mission as seriously as he would any other. He's never been very well-versed in the ways of political jargon, but he understands the situation enough that he can appreciate the target's role in the grand scheme of things.
It becomes quite clear that Ryuji isn't... prepared for this at all, or even knows what he's doing. He doesn't look impressed. ]
You think that will be enough to get his attention? [ He refrains from sighing again. It's almost endearing how eager and passionate Ryuji is, but he's bound to get himself in trouble if he doesn't have anyone with experience helping him. ]
He probably has plenty of models to choose from if that's what he wants to paint everyday.
[As he's talking, he can definitely tell that Achilles doesn't think much of his plan. Which is unfortunate, because he thought that it would be pool proof. And, forgive him, because he's a dumb jock, but he untucks his Parisian shirt from his pants and holds up the hem of it to show off his (lol) abs.]
Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't want to draw this?
[Considering he's wearing a crown made of herbs and flowers, well... that question remains unanswered.]
I ain't a regular model. I got that... uh... Japanese look. Why would he turn me down? [Look, it makes sense in his head.]
And the back-up plan is to just sneak into his house while he's asleep and kidnap 'em or something. I dunno. I've been wracking my brain tryin' to figure this shit out all day.
[ He looks at him impassively, letting his eyes roam over the length of his body as he shows off his midriff. It's nothing to write home about, considering most boys his age should start developing that sort of definition, but he admires the view all the same.
Nice nipples. ]
What are you gonna say if you manage to get him to listen to you?
I'm guessing timing is imperative. You're going to have to come to a decision quickly.
[He'd be so unhappy to hear that working out every other day for the last year has only yielded results equal to that of an average boy his age. He must've needed so much more protein powder. Too bad that shit was so goddamn expensive.]
I'm just aimin' to stall him long enough to not make a vote in the upcoming Nationalist Convention. [National, Ryuji, use your words.] This dude's super influential with politicians and rich nose-in-the-air types [He pushes up his nose to illustrate and emphasize]
So, like. If I can convince him to do something else for a while, like... paint a picture of me or somethin', then he doesn't vote. A tie will stagnate things and we can get this shit sent back on track, y'know what I mean?
[He goes for a high five.
And then passes it off like he's scratching the back of his head.]
But yeah. I mean... you said that you were gonna do this mission with me, so. What's your plan, hot shot?
Achilles will learn this if it's the last thing Ryuji does.]
Fine. Have it your way. [He thinks about this for a second-- and then, somehow imagines Rider talking to Yusuke, and his facial features sink for a second in thoughtfulness.]
Hey, don't hurt the guy, alright? We just gotta convince him to not vote.
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He hadn't quite thought of it as an apology; he'd thought of the idea on a whim and acted on impulse.
Fortunately, Ryuji doesn't try to draw attention to his apparent guilt. ]
Crooked. [ And he reaches forward to fix this, tugging it down slightly so that it's encircling the top of his head rather than hanging off of it. And now he's nudging at the underside of his chin, forcing him to look up. ] There. Now it's beautiful.
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Achilles, on the other hand, has sent impulses all up and down Ryuji's spine just by going and moving the crown to its proper position. Of course he wouldn't know how it's supposed to look, he's never had to wear one of these things before- and it's probably for the best that he's not trying to don it like it's a baseball cap.
It's the touches that set him off, though, the familiarity of going straight for his chin that has his eternal pissed off expression loosening up and softening around all the edges. Ryuji looks happy to hear those words come out of Achilles' mouth, his cues all screwed up at the moment as he's unable to hide any part of himself from the other- and then, just like that, he disengages looking the other in the eyes, instead, averting it towards the corner of the room.]
Yo, uhm... [He tries tilting his head back down again, but it's clear that he looks a little remiss at the way that this exchange was going. Achilles went too far, again.] This sorta stuff... man, it's... uh... it's sending me all sorts of messages...
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He bows his head out of respect, withdrawing his hand so he can cross his arms absently. He holds back a sigh, wondering if something like that would be offensive. ]
Tell me about the mission.
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Kinda weird, right? I mean, I tried to speed up the vote since we were laggin' behind and now, it's like... happening way too damn fast. [There's a twinge of guilt in his voice here, a little bit of disappointment. He's striking out in everything from romance to writing history. What else could happen, right?
God, he was looking forward to this mission being over for some downtime. And a good training facility. He wanted to start lifting weights again.]
So my plan is to try and get an audience with this dude and distract him. My buddy back home had this weird thing with wanting to draw people nude.
Maybe that'll work?
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It becomes quite clear that Ryuji isn't... prepared for this at all, or even knows what he's doing. He doesn't look impressed. ]
You think that will be enough to get his attention? [ He refrains from sighing again. It's almost endearing how eager and passionate Ryuji is, but he's bound to get himself in trouble if he doesn't have anyone with experience helping him. ]
He probably has plenty of models to choose from if that's what he wants to paint everyday.
What's your back-up plan?
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Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't want to draw this?
[Considering he's wearing a crown made of herbs and flowers, well... that question remains unanswered.]
I ain't a regular model. I got that... uh... Japanese look. Why would he turn me down? [Look, it makes sense in his head.]
And the back-up plan is to just sneak into his house while he's asleep and kidnap 'em or something. I dunno. I've been wracking my brain tryin' to figure this shit out all day.
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Nice nipples. ]
What are you gonna say if you manage to get him to listen to you?
I'm guessing timing is imperative. You're going to have to come to a decision quickly.
I could always give you a hand.
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I'm just aimin' to stall him long enough to not make a vote in the upcoming Nationalist Convention. [National, Ryuji, use your words.] This dude's super influential with politicians and rich nose-in-the-air types [He pushes up his nose to illustrate and emphasize]
So, like. If I can convince him to do something else for a while, like... paint a picture of me or somethin', then he doesn't vote. A tie will stagnate things and we can get this shit sent back on track, y'know what I mean?
[He goes for a high five.
And then passes it off like he's scratching the back of his head.]
But yeah. I mean... you said that you were gonna do this mission with me, so. What's your plan, hot shot?
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If this revolution means anything to him, he's not going to be distracted so easily. [ Crossing his arms. ]
Let me handle it. You can watch and learn. [ A grin. ]
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Achilles will learn this if it's the last thing Ryuji does.]
Fine. Have it your way. [He thinks about this for a second-- and then, somehow imagines Rider talking to Yusuke, and his facial features sink for a second in thoughtfulness.]
Hey, don't hurt the guy, alright? We just gotta convince him to not vote.