Ikki drops the comic book, and grins up at Akito. "Heeey," he says. Yeah, Akito made for a great distraction, it was hard to look at anything but him when he's sparkling so much. "You look waaay happier than usual."
"H-hey," Ikki says. His breathing gets shallow almost immediately, and the surprise is evident in his voice - but can you blame him for being surprised? This is not Akito's general methods at all, and he's gotta wonder exactly what happened to make hm act like this.
He considers asking what the heck happened, and then decides it can wait a minute. Because any answers would interrupt the growling, and he wants to try to commit that to memory in case it doesn't happen again!
One appropriately happy noise of his own from the Crow, now.
'Lots of flailing or lots of bluescreening', eh? How about both? Ikki registers the voice immediately - how could he not - and breaks the kiss, leaning back to stare at the both of them. He gapes, gapes some more, and then flails - an action that causes him to topple over onto his back on the bed, considering his arms were holding him up from doing exactly that!
He stares up at the ceiling, and raises his hand, point at them. "WHAT," he says. "WHAT. IS THIS LIKE, ONE OF THOSE WEIRD TIME THINGS, OR. WHAT."
"I don't care how evil you guys are," Ikki says, still staring at the celing. He's perfectly aware of what they're doing, and that's killing him too, but he's gotta focus on one thing at a time, thanks. "I just wanna know what happened. Even if it's just a 'dunno, woke up this way!'."
He still has frightening memories of that 11 year old, okay. He doesn't want to deal with more time fuck-ups.
And he's quite aware he'll regret that 'I don't care if....' in a minute. But if he needs to say it to get information? Yeah, he'll say it.
Ikki sits up finally, and nearly falls over again at the sight of them. That's too - they're too - he totally needs a fucking camera, but one is not available at the moment. He ain't leaving this room, though, he'll get one EVENTUALLY and take about, oh, five million pictures or so.
"Not delaying," he says, his voice sort of high. "No delaying. Hi, Agito. Welcome out, Agito. I love you, Agito."
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Which was a feat, dude. "Something up?"
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He considers asking what the heck happened, and then decides it can wait a minute. Because any answers would interrupt the growling, and he wants to try to commit that to memory in case it doesn't happen again!
One appropriately happy noise of his own from the Crow, now.
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He stares up at the ceiling, and raises his hand, point at them. "WHAT," he says. "WHAT. IS THIS LIKE, ONE OF THOSE WEIRD TIME THINGS, OR. WHAT."
Storm King's brain go BOOM like a hurricane!
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He still has frightening memories of that 11 year old, okay. He doesn't want to deal with more time fuck-ups.
And he's quite aware he'll regret that 'I don't care if....' in a minute. But if he needs to say it to get information? Yeah, he'll say it.
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"Not delaying," he says, his voice sort of high. "No delaying. Hi, Agito. Welcome out, Agito. I love you, Agito."
He pauses. "You guys are really fucking hot."
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