Post by Takeda Akiyama on Apr 17, 2015 16:01:34 GMT
Takeda stood, holding onto the piece of paper firmly in his hand whilst he looked right on over at Akira...by the end of the kid building up to the final reveal, he had ended up having to try and fight off what was quite possibly one of the strongest bouts of laughter he had had in a damn good while. Biting the corner of his lip for a moment, he finally caved in. Allowing himself a small bit of a laugh off of the big chunk that'd been building up, he genuinely was amused by the kid, something that Akira 'n Seiji had in common. If Seiji was on a ball, that was, and not annoying the piss out of Takeda with his mere existence in his household...so not often. Still. "Oh man, fuckin' really?!" Though the kid was quite on the girly side when it came to the facial features, Takeda had no reason to end up doubting Akira once he started breaking into what seemed like a rather boyish tone...so yeah, he figured Akira to be the genuine deal. In the back of his head, some of the rusty ol' gears were turning in the cobweb filled machine that was his mind, and a thought sprang up. It was almost instantly repressed. Nope. As his laughter died down, his joviality faded ever so slightly, and he looked down at the paper...for fuck's sake, he had crinkled the paper a bit.
Akira's reassurances that he wasn't the first didn't take away from the fact that it genuinely amused him that he got the gender of his companion so muddled as to not be able to even discern it. Oh well, hormones or some shit had to play a part. But, something else was soothing him a bit, had been the entire night. At least he wasn't alone, back at his apartment, hammered out of his mind or dealing with Seiji. For once, he had gone out, hunted, and came back with some actual notable progress as towards unraveling a bit of what was going down here. That and of course the knowledge that he blasted a demon in the face with a pistol. Felt like he was Constantine, he did, only portrayed by a much better actor that didn't sound like he had taken a few blows to the head. "I gotta tell 'ya, it's nice to know somebody else is out here." But then, as he was saying that, he noticed the grin...oh boy.
"If anything, I think black's your color, works with them eyes of yours, somethin' lace." God did he have to fight back that laughter again, at this point, he was pretty sure he was going to have a cut on his lip. With his pistol firmly placed in his pocket, he lit up a fresh cigarette and brought it right up to his lips, lighting it up with his last match. Menthol flavored smoke went right on down to his lungs, and he was content for a bit. Takeda made a motion with his head that he was going to walk on ahead, make it look a little less suspicious that he was hanging out with an especially effeminate looking teenager in the middle of the night. "Be good, don't die, all that shit...nice meetin' 'ya." he uttered out whilst looking away. Didn't have to hide the smile now as the cigarette dangled from his lips. Jolly cooperation, all that shit. Hopefully the kid would be alright, but, he seemed capable of handling himself to begin with, and if not, well, he didn't know how the kid would handle going to jail. There was a sigh of relief that escaped as he rounded the corner, cigarette smoke bellowing out...both the night, and the hunt were long. At least now he knew other people were out there, at least one other.
"Fuckin'-A, I'm hungry."
Akira's reassurances that he wasn't the first didn't take away from the fact that it genuinely amused him that he got the gender of his companion so muddled as to not be able to even discern it. Oh well, hormones or some shit had to play a part. But, something else was soothing him a bit, had been the entire night. At least he wasn't alone, back at his apartment, hammered out of his mind or dealing with Seiji. For once, he had gone out, hunted, and came back with some actual notable progress as towards unraveling a bit of what was going down here. That and of course the knowledge that he blasted a demon in the face with a pistol. Felt like he was Constantine, he did, only portrayed by a much better actor that didn't sound like he had taken a few blows to the head. "I gotta tell 'ya, it's nice to know somebody else is out here." But then, as he was saying that, he noticed the grin...oh boy.
"If anything, I think black's your color, works with them eyes of yours, somethin' lace." God did he have to fight back that laughter again, at this point, he was pretty sure he was going to have a cut on his lip. With his pistol firmly placed in his pocket, he lit up a fresh cigarette and brought it right up to his lips, lighting it up with his last match. Menthol flavored smoke went right on down to his lungs, and he was content for a bit. Takeda made a motion with his head that he was going to walk on ahead, make it look a little less suspicious that he was hanging out with an especially effeminate looking teenager in the middle of the night. "Be good, don't die, all that shit...nice meetin' 'ya." he uttered out whilst looking away. Didn't have to hide the smile now as the cigarette dangled from his lips. Jolly cooperation, all that shit. Hopefully the kid would be alright, but, he seemed capable of handling himself to begin with, and if not, well, he didn't know how the kid would handle going to jail. There was a sigh of relief that escaped as he rounded the corner, cigarette smoke bellowing out...both the night, and the hunt were long. At least now he knew other people were out there, at least one other.
"Fuckin'-A, I'm hungry."
