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[unfoggedlotus]

Ren follows Goro to the Dojima house, steps as sure and confident as he can make them with his heart pounding a bit louder than normal in his chest. Maybe he's nervous for this, so what? It's not every day you get to meet the alternate-reality-family your boyfriend found during his two-month timeskip that was only five hours or so to you. His head's still kind of reeling from the...everything, but he's rolling with the punches. Not like I expected things to be normal with us, he says to the part of himself that's maybe not-very-Joker-like and trying to shy away from everything.

Life comes at you fast, but Akechis come faster-- well. Hopefully not, and Ren's not thinking about that right now, nope throw curveballs at half the speed of light and expect you to catch 'em. And Ren isn't letting one slip by him yet! ...Even if this one might be aimed right between his eyes.

Ren squeezes his boyfriend's hand -- it's what boyfriends are there for, after all -- and readjusts his grip on the little...okay, large bag of gifts against his chest (hey, everything's free here, and he didn't wanna show up unprepared) as they come to a stop in front of the door.

He takes a moment, letting go of Goro's hand, for a once-over just to make sure he looks good, brushing invisible bits of dust from his jacket and readjusting his glasses. Then, with a nod to his boyfriend, Ren raises the hand carrying the pile of gifts to knock on the door.

It's showtime.

"Hey guys!" He calls out as his boyfriend opens the door, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his hair (for now). "We're here!"

> Say hello to Crow's boyfriend?

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[unfoggedlotus]

...Crow's face, beet-red and flustered, clearly shouting at a smug Sojiro and a laughing Futaba about something. They flutter out onto Magpie's lap as he turns the pages. Ren's grin just keeps getting wider.

[pancakeboy]

His eyes fix on Sakura-san, again; he folds the photo back into the magazine, and keeps going. Crow, unflatteringly eating a crepe with whipped cream on his nose. Raven, strangely, crossly trying to pull away from an older boy with silver hair, on the very couch they're sitting on; Akechi taps his image.

"That's Yu Narukami?" High-school aged, a pain-in-the-ass oniisan, absolutely unhinged; he's heard quite a bit.

[unfoggedlotus]

"Yep. And that's Crow when he was Raven, pretending he's too cool for him." Ren smirks. "Dojima sent me that one."

[pancakeboy]

Something tells him Raven hasn't seen this image, nor experienced the events it describes; he resolves to keep it under lock and key, lowering his voice to a level that will hopefully bypass Raven's acute hearing. "I suppose it can't be worse than co-habiting with your much older self. Still, it would be a shame to prejudice his judgement too much."

Narukami's hair reminds him of Sae; his mouth twists a little as he turns the next few pages, revealing Crow with his hair knotted above his head, grumpily trying to untangle it. "Goodness. So... you brought all of these with you? Or were they there in your residence?"

[unfoggedlotus]

"They're on my phone," Ren admits, lowering his voice to match Magpie's quieter tone, surreptitiously stealing a glance at his boyfriend -- distracted, good. "Where we stopped for gifts had a printing service. I shoved trashy magazines in his face to keep him from looking and stuck 'em in the worst one I could find."

[pancakeboy]

"Something you knew he'd never look at. Cunning. I like it." And he is, in all honesty, a little impressed. Until he turns the next, to reveal a picture of Crow—at least, it had better be Crow—with his hair a dishevelled mess, and a pair of glasses perched on his nose, sitting on what is very obviously the pavilion of Miel et Crepes in Kichijoji.

"Right, and you just happened to have this? He let you take it?" Because dear god.

[unfoggedlotus]

"You think he let me take it?" Ren's grin is fully shit-eating now, even as something tense inside him unwinds at the small hint of approval from Magpie. "As far as he knows, I erased that one off the face of the earth, but I know how to get stuff out of my phone's recently-deleted. I trust you'll put it to good use." He taps the photo in a I'm-entrusting-this-to-you sort of gesture.

[pancakeboy]

... yeaaah. He glances, one eyebrow arched, from Ren, to the photo, to Crow, who surely can't be this unknowing....

Again, he secures it tightly inside the page of the magazine. "You are treacherous, aren't you?" Could be disapproving; could be amused. Could be both, easily.

[unfoggedlotus]

Ren lets out a laugh, but makes sure it's quiet. "Never heard calling embarrassing photos of a boyfriend "treachery", but if the shoe fits for the joke, I guess."

[pancakeboy]

Ye-es, the joke. What about his own Ren, then? Would he be so quick to humiliate Akechi with a pile of incriminating photos?... Really, what's he thinking? After that business with the takoyaki, not to mention however the hell, in retrospect, he clearly gave himself away, Akechi is self-incriminating. It is so easy, here, to lose sight of who they all are at home; of who he is...

On the other hand, the photos are really amusing; precious cargo. It's just the feeling....

Yeah, the feeling of Ren conspiring against Crow is what he doesn't like. It's too close to home. So again, he smiles. "Well, treachery is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?—though far be it from me to judge. Your relationship seems to encompass many things most wouldn't be comfortable with. No matter what they might claim."

[unfoggedlotus]

Aaand just when he thought he was getting somewhere. “I wouldn’t betray him in a meaningful way.” Cross my heart and hope to die, stick one of Magpie’s needles in my eye… “It’d be pretty apparent even if I did try. Not that I would.”

[pancakeboy]

"Would it be apparent?" It's soft, like a hangman's hood is soft. His hand rests lightly on the page of the magazine, which bears no photo at this point, just a mindlessly pretty girl.

[unfoggedlotus]

The air is weighted. Ren can feel that he's under some sort of pressure, that how he responds to this is going to be important. But he isn't in the Metaverse and there are no Shadows for him to leap cackling onto, so instead of rising like a hero to the occasion, something in his brain breaks and along with it goes his filter.

"Like my foot in your mouth," he says. It takes him a full second to process what he says, and that he actually said that out loud, face slowly morphing into an obvious "ohmygodIhatemylifewhydidIsaythatdon'thatemethisissoembarrassing" cringe as the full force of the stupidity of what he said dawns on him.

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[pancakeboy]

It takes a second for him to comprehend what Ren has said. The moment stretches between the two of them as his eyes begin to pop, the way boiling sugar stretches, twisting, sticking, maiming....

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[pancakeboy]

And then he turns away, audibly swallowing a laugh beneath his breath. "Really. How has he not kicked you to the kerb yet for the things that come out of your mouth?"

Yet it is, bizarrely, not unfriendly. He's heard shit so like that from Ren—the real Ren, at home.

[unfoggedlotus]

Relief floods through Ren like a tidal wave, and it forces a bubbly laugh out of his lungs. "You and me both ask that question," his grin is wide and bright -- it almost hurts his mouth, and he has to readjust his glasses. "Really. I have no idea. Part of my charm?"

Goro's presence has been a gift in his life, and he's not looking any gift horses in the mouth -- much less sticking his foot into one.

[pancakeboy]

"Charm? I wouldn't go so far as to say that, though certainly you have something." His smile flashes again, smaller, less blinding. That tilt of Ren's head, the hand on his glasses. Ren, real Ren, and the... small army of people he's attracted just by existing. It is still, today, incomprehensible to Akechi that Ren draws people to him with so little work.

Real Ren, though, has never smiled at Akechi like that. Not once. It could make his own stomach flip, if he forgot himself. While he's smiling, his eyes are still cold—still, it's progress. "Yes, I'd say we're going to have a beautiful relationship. You say something absurd, I try to live with it because I have no choice. Either that, or you live in fear of my revenge. I'd prefer that."

[ ooc // oh you sweet summer child P4Ren ]

[unfoggedlotus]

Ren grins. “I can live with that. Been a while since my room’s been reorganized without me looking, anyway.” His Goro loves to make minor tweaks to his room as revenge for his flirting and puns.

o ren lmao

[pancakeboy]

"Is that what he likes to go in for?" And he rests back on the couch, turning the page of the magazine at last, with a curiously arched eyebrow. "... Goodness me."

It's his counterpart at about 16, neither Raven nor Crow, in an old-fashioned high school uniform. There's a birthday cake in front of him and, for some reason, a pair of pink felt cat ears on his head. Akechi's face closes back up.

[unfoggedlotus]

"Well, it's not like we're having sex," Ren says, blunt and matter-of-fact. "He moved all my furniture twelve centimeters to the left when he was angry at me for punning too much. It took me a week of running into stuff to realize what he did."

[pancakeboy]

"Is that right? Twelve whole centimetres?" Oh, he is laughing inside. Absolutely pathetic—then again, it's just what he'd expect from the Leader of the Phantom Thieves[tm], in his world or any other. Also, part of him wants to do it, too. Because it would be really fucking funny. Imagine if he walked into Shido's office and did that...

His smile loses some of its gleam. "You all seem so set on convincing me you aren't sleeping together. Is that what I've been cast as, the jealous wife?"

[unfoggedlotus]

"Measured out to the millimeter -- I checked after I realized," Ren chuckles. But then...hmm. "I don't know what anyone else's been telling you, but if you need me to back off, I can. Just thought you'd like to hear it straight from the horse's mouth." This Akechi is important to his Akechi, so his boundaries are something Ren wants to nail (no, not like that) down. "Footless, this time."

[pancakeboy]

His answering chuckle has the dry charm of a death rattle. "Truly, you don't need to reassure me—with your foot, or its absence, or anything else. I'm not the one in this house who needs protection. I just visit.

"Whatever the two of you want to get up to in private—I can only hope my imagination limits itself to the physically possible. Not to mention the inevitable TV reenactments by Gorb and Jokorb."

Have you heard of Gorb and Jokorb, by the way, Ren? Akechi hopes not.

[unfoggedlotus]

Yeah, and Akechis don't think, something in Ren's mind snips back. Gorb and Jokorb, though..."I think Crow said something about them?"

[pancakeboy]

Excellent. "Ah. Well, you'll see them soon enough, I'm sure. They pop up on the TV. Very family-friendly and age-appropriate, but no sense of discretion."

And that's the thing, isn't it? His mouth slants, as he forgets to be quite so smarmy. "It turns out we have no privacy at all. Something else that should probably concern us more."