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The bell rings, and she steps in.
A blur of red saunters over and takes a seat next to Goro. Great. Probably some adoring fan itching to harass me.
"My darling Prince," she purrs, but her voice rumbles, deep and rich— bassoon-like. He knows that voice. Head snapping, Goro meets her eyes, ones canopied with lashes so long a bird could perch on them.
"Kurusu," he greets, without sparing a smile. He doesn't conceal the way he checks her out either, eyes scanning up, down, up. Her calves pop thanks to pointy red heels which match her plaid dress, chest inflated with a bountiful... bosom. "Quite the get-up you got there."
Akira tosses her hair— long, thick and coifed; black as a starless sky— and flashes a smile. Perfect, pearly white teeth framed by rosewood red lips. "Quite ravishing, is it not?"
"It's... something." He takes a sip of his cortado, half-cold by now despite its conservative size. It's worth the temperature loss to make it last (or maybe he'd hoped to run into somebody.)
"It's camp, darling," Akira replies with a sultry lull. Goro has to conceal the surprised shudder when Akira drags a finger down his arm. She normally isn't this... extra. Most of her confidence came out when she stepped into costume— Goro calls to mind the retired Joker persona. Figures.
"Sojiro, could I get a double shot, please?" Akira asks. "Big night."
"Only if you do the dishes when you get back," Sojiro answers.
"Sure thing, boss."
Goro taps his gloved fingers against the bar, producing a muted sound. "Big night, huh?"
Akira really is beautiful; it's the way she bites her lip through a smile and nods shyly. "I've got a drag performance tonight at Crossroads."
"Oh. Lovely. I didn't know you did that type of thing."
"I'm new to it."
And you already look like a pro. Fuck you.
"You... wanna come?" Manicured nails twirl a piece of hair as she asks. Ah yes, there's that shy Kurusu, underneath layers of extravagance.
"You really want me there?"
She nods. Any more lip biting and the lipstick will get on her teeth. "I'll even interact with you in the crowd. Hold your hand and serenade you."
"What time?" he forces the words out, face flaming like a furnace.
"Thirty minutes from now. I'm about to head over."
He downs his lukewarm drink. "Then let's go."