Akechi Barely Glances Over From The Papers Held Deftly Between His Fingers, Bound Into A Simple Booklet

Akechi barely glances over from the papers held deftly between his fingers, bound into a simple booklet by only a few stray staples, when he addresses so carelessly and is addressed in turn. It's an easy belief to buy into that he'd not been paying attention at all; the casual, almost modeled ease on his face and his sharp eyes squarely upon the text before him; but the truth lies in the swift glimpses of a red-toned gaze cast towards motion so rarely here and there between his case-work's reading that, fleeting and subtle, tell the truth of it, watching from his peripherals.
He gives a soft & sweet, acknowledging hum from the chair he's sat in, one leg carefully crossed over the other as his jacket hangs draped across its back, and does not look as he is spoken to nearly as though the words that dropped from him in the small room came, somehow, from someone else or simply did not come at all — the smell of his artistic materials, oils and glosses and fresh paints still waiting to be blended into their own pigments again, all scent the room and denote themselves to his latest endeavours, and in that, an indicator perhaps...
"Don't get too ahead of yourself now," Goro's tone is light and airy; not necessarily jovial in nature, but nonetheless lighthearted "You simply don't often go through the trouble of putting your utensils away. I thought it good to praise you for it, with how much easier I'd imagine it to make finding them."
And not to stain paint on every last part of yourself and your clothing, of course...
His eyes flick up, sweetly, over to the blue-haired painter to his flank; all but smiling honeyed and lulling his head in query. "Unless you'd prefer I not? I'd hate to make you uncomfortable, Yusuke-san, if that's the case..!"
A gentle air of taunt, perhaps, in the almost professionalism of his tone and in it, so hard to discern. No, a game to him. Intrigue to the way the other answers. Testing waters, the poke and prod, the eggshells swept away for a more paned glass approach.
"Good boy" // Akechi to Yusuke! >>>:)
Self Explanatory - [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

Silence. More silence. Even more silence. Forgive him, he's turning the words over in his head like some strange little Rubix Cube, before halting the rotation entirely. " Am I to receive pets for my apparently approved actions? I had not thought you were watching me with such intensity. " It delights him all the same.
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figured asking bc while i'm going through things wld be good to know and i've seen a Lot of other blogs do it on the same blog; tho less with multis i think; so i figured id ask! Aint necessarily if anyone would ACTUALLY interact like that with them; just general pref and IF you did if you'd prefer it on one/the other. ESP since it'd prob mean i Actually Write It in general rather than quillhearths total of 0 posts. usually brain likes having everything in one spot which. occasionally inconvenient BHKGBTR
idk! i'm just curious. i dont do a lot of nsfw period anyway but it Is something that i find an interesting topic to explore just in a character analysis and dynamic exploration basis esp since like. i dont Do That at all n it's fun BKHB this'll be goin for a week! so ye! will be reblogging this a SOLID bit just to get as many eyes as possible on it


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big fan of liars. big fan of characters whose entire existence is a facade. love it when everything's stripped away from them and the lie is the only thing left of their identity. love it when the lines between an act and the truth are blurring. are they even them without the lie? the lie doesn't become the truth per se, but it's now such an intricate part of them it might as well be.