[Aki has given a middling amount of thought to the fact that Denji ate Makima. He hasn't asked for any specifics, sat in silent shock back when he explained the plan he had concocted to defeat her, and never since has he attempted to broach it. Him doing so here... For a moment, it honestly sounds like it would be a threat, something he might hold over the devil. "You better be careful, or I'll do what I did to your former self!" or something like that. But just as it's hard to imagine Denji actually eating an entire person such as Makima, it's hard for him to really imagine him putting his foot down when it matters.]
Why did you go to Kabukicho, the day before?
[When he saw him on TV, when he went running after him. At that time, he had said something about the devil, that she was probably nearby. And at that time, Aki hadn't been thinking about her whatsoever, hadn't cared about any of that while Denji fretted over her, called her later and checked in. Maybe he'd had a passing thought that the role felt reversed, like he was calling to ask for permission to stay out rather than being the one to grant permission, but otherwise he'd been too distracted by everything else. But if they're going to talk about her, he may as well bring up something he had unconsciously assumed.]
[He wraps his arm around Denji's back, settling it on his opposite hip. Studies him carefully, the spray of warm water still running over their backs.]
no subject
[Aki has given a middling amount of thought to the fact that Denji ate Makima. He hasn't asked for any specifics, sat in silent shock back when he explained the plan he had concocted to defeat her, and never since has he attempted to broach it. Him doing so here... For a moment, it honestly sounds like it would be a threat, something he might hold over the devil. "You better be careful, or I'll do what I did to your former self!" or something like that. But just as it's hard to imagine Denji actually eating an entire person such as Makima, it's hard for him to really imagine him putting his foot down when it matters.]
Why did you go to Kabukicho, the day before?
[When he saw him on TV, when he went running after him. At that time, he had said something about the devil, that she was probably nearby. And at that time, Aki hadn't been thinking about her whatsoever, hadn't cared about any of that while Denji fretted over her, called her later and checked in. Maybe he'd had a passing thought that the role felt reversed, like he was calling to ask for permission to stay out rather than being the one to grant permission, but otherwise he'd been too distracted by everything else. But if they're going to talk about her, he may as well bring up something he had unconsciously assumed.]
[He wraps his arm around Denji's back, settling it on his opposite hip. Studies him carefully, the spray of warm water still running over their backs.]
Did she goad you into it?