No time to tell Akira that he is one though, not as Akira's lips fully set against his own in a teasing kiss-- oh yeah, he literally feels that smile on his friend. Asshole. But as much as he likes and acknowledges the fondness he has for him, he enjoys this sort of ribbing and poking as well. Why not enjoy both? Like how he respects him as the leader of his own group, but Scott will never forget the way they met and how he ate his chocolate.
That's how Scott remembers it anyway.
But his hand moves up to finally shove that wig and cap off Akira's head, his own smile pressed against his.]
Never faced a phantom before. [He's standing here half naked, the top half of his jumpsuit pushed down, so he's eager to get his hands in front of his friend's jacket-- oh right, the phantom's jacket, to start helping him out of that.] Anything I need to worry about?
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No time to tell Akira that he is one though, not as Akira's lips fully set against his own in a teasing kiss-- oh yeah, he literally feels that smile on his friend. Asshole. But as much as he likes and acknowledges the fondness he has for him, he enjoys this sort of ribbing and poking as well. Why not enjoy both? Like how he respects him as the leader of his own group, but Scott will never forget the way they met and how he ate his chocolate.
That's how Scott remembers it anyway.
But his hand moves up to finally shove that wig and cap off Akira's head, his own smile pressed against his.]
Never faced a phantom before. [He's standing here half naked, the top half of his jumpsuit pushed down, so he's eager to get his hands in front of his friend's jacket-- oh right, the phantom's jacket, to start helping him out of that.] Anything I need to worry about?