๐ซ yo :] ik I haven't posted in 6 months but!! I just moved across the country, so, yeah!!! But I'm gonna be more active again i prommy
Akira Kurusu โ Joker
@wildcardwishing.bsky.social
Local Barista to the best coffee joint in Yongen-Jaya | 18 | queer as in fuck you | acab @princedetective.bsky.social 's rival [Roleplay Account, Mun is 21, SFW & NSFW, I try to be canon accurate but also a lil chaotic :D] #persona5rp #p5rp
"are you afab or amab .แฃ" bitch I'm afag.
๐ซ I am apparently a fuckin liar (i slept literally All Day ahejejwkns)
๐ซ I'm gonna be more active tomorrow cuz I've finally gotten most of my irl shit done :D be ready :)
After a while, Akira returns, mocktail in hand. They bend at the waist theatrically as they set it on the table, batting their eyelashes with a barely-there coy grin. It seems they repaired their act "Flag me down if you need anything, detective." They wink, and then saunter off to continue working
โ He just waits, forcing himself to look away. But seriously, what's with that outfit? It's throwing him off. Especially because it suited Kurusu a bit too much. โ
๐ซ also, a somewhat answer of where I have been outside of irl stuff ,,
๐ซI'm still here, just got caught up with irl stuff!!!
๐ซ hi hello sorry I dropped off the face of the planet, Hyperfixation Happened (fe3h)
Christmas ?! Presents ?! To the North Pole with that !!!
"... You're getting an espresso martini mocktail because that's the closest I can do here. I'll be back." Akira scribbles something on their notepad and turns, walking back to the bar โ their hips sway so much more in this outfit compared to normal.
โ "You can make it, right? So get to it." He rolls his eyes, purposefully trying not to stare at Kurusu's movement. โ
Akira raises an eyebrow. "... You... came to a bar. For coffee." He says slowly, cocking his hip out a little and raising an eyebrow.
โ ''...Yeah.'' He orders a black coffee, although still in disbelief. โ
Akira, bundled in his coat and scarf, speedwalks down the sidewalk. His face is as impassive as ever, but inside? He isn't sure if he wants to squeal or vomit. Akechi actually agreed. To a date. In those words. Not one of their vague, psychosexual-dancing-around-words-debates, but flat out. A date.
โ Watching his breathing become small puffs due to the cold, he waited for Kurusu to get to their dating spot impatiently. Both frustrated and nervous. โ
"... Working. And werking. Y'know." Akira shrugs lightly. "... Are... you going to order..?"
โ As if he'd share something like this with anyone else. He just crosses his arms over the table, leaning closer and examining Kurusu. He hates to admit it, but he's killing the look, and he's killing him with it as well. Still, he's gonna judge. ''...What are you doing?'' โ
๐ซ I now understand how yall felt witnessing the akeshu Shenanigans and I gotta say ๐ซ hell yeah, go gay people in my phone
"... No one will believe you." Akira states simply, using his regular voice this time.
โ He's not a detective for nothing. One look at the waitress'-(waiter?) eyes tells him this is someone he knows. Not only someone he knows, but out of all people... ''Kurusu?'' He whispers, bewildered. โ
๐ซ ONE OF MY FAMILY'S CHRISTMAS BOXES IS COVERED IN SPIDER EGG SACKS HELP
Akira half-mindedly takes note of someone coming in and sitting down, and after serving drinks to a few others, they loop around to the newcomer's table. And freeze for a split second. "Hi there, what can I get for you?" They pitch their voice up a little, and keep it soft. Maybe he won't notice?
He looked around awkwardly and sat down at an empty table.