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Goro Akechi

"Goro Akechi, part-time model, full time trivia enthusiast. If you'd like to get in touch in regards to modeling opportunities, please contact my agent at xxx-xxx-xxxx. Thank you."

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[twostringsonebow]

That's right.

[... And then there's the removal of glasses (he looks good even without them) and

that. That happens. Goro waits politely, but when it becomes obvious that Akira isn't moving he carefully gets up, stepping over to poke him.]

Akira?

[maskreant]

[ Akira doesn't answer, doesn't even budge. Morrigan returns and hops onto the armrest closest to him, meowing loudly while kneading his shoulder. Kitty wants some snacks? Some pets... Some water in his already half-filled bowl.

Still not moving. Not even SAYING ANYTHING. The pokes don't even get a noise out of him. ]

[twostringsonebow]

[... Narcoleptic? Or maybe he's overstayed his welcome and this is a less than subtle hint towards it. Goro retracts his hand at that thought, glancing at Morrigan, and pets the cat instead, speaking cheerfully to him.]

It would seem he's in your care now, kitty. Don't be too quick to eat him in place of your usual meals, alright? I'm certain he's too stringy to enjoy anyway.

[Joking, joking, though he does gives a concerned glance to Akira before drawing away. He's not really sure what to do but leave, so.]

I'll... see you around, Kurusu. If you're still awake to hear me off. Thank you for having me over; it was a pleasure.

[maskreant]

[ WOW. Wow. Wow. Akira stirs a bit when he's offered to his own cat as a sacrifice. Eventually, he turns his head so he can look up at Goro. He just felt like he needed some time to be silly, but maybe it's time for them to part. ]

Thank you for coming... It was fun even if you were going to let my cat eat me.

[ Like he's going to sit there and let Goro escort himself out. Since he's a good person, he picks himself up onto his feet without stumbling when his cat hops onto his shoulders. Cushion still in his arms, he leads his guest to the door. Erm, what do people say— ]

We should hang out again.

[twostringsonebow]

[Oh, he's not dead. That was also impressive. HE'LL LEARN JOKES LIKE THIS IN TIME, AKIRA, DON'T WORRY...

Goro toes off the slippers and fits his shoes back on, smiling lightly at the offer.]

I'd like that. And, um, I'm sorry for putting you so on the spot about the hearts thing, I was just... I found myself intrigued by the other you's answers in the vision and wanted to hear yours as well. Since I obviously don't agree with my, um, other self's.

[...]

This is really weird to talk about.

[maskreant]

No, I understand. I'm pretty curious, so...

[ Though a little fearful of what this might unfold. Despite that, there's this skittish desire inside him that is constantly comparing himself to this other person. It may very well destroy the building blocks he has stacked over the years or help him grow.

... It's fine. He's fine. He offers a smile back as reassurance. ]

The more we talk about it, the more we'll get used to it. [ Actually, he doesn't want to talk about it, but he knows he should. ] I'll see you around then?

[twostringsonebow]

[It's fair, Goro doesn't particularly want to talk about it either; the idea of... not being himself, of all of this being some false reality as it's been theorized by a few, sets him on a special kind of edge. He'd love to just forget it all.]

As always, Akira. Take care.

[And he'll take his leave after a small wave, off to ponder the shared memories and what it could mean that Akira and Ann were present in both.]