It's an adult way for adults to forget their adult problems! Duh! Juice ain't gonna cut it.
[ A couple of his items fall to the ground as Denji attempts to shimmy out Aki's wallet from his pocket. ]
But fine, if that's out — I think I have his ID. [ His wrist flicks, showing Angel the aforementioned card. ] Think we look close enough alike they'll think I'm him? I can always say that my hair was dyed when I took the photo.
[Ooh. His government identification card. Even Angel doesn't get one of those. There's no way Angel will pass as human unless someone is seriously visually impaired, but Denji... It's a possibility, he thinks.]
Wouldn't it make more sense to say you dyed it now? [But he raises his hands and plops them both on the back of his head, one fist over the other, to express a topknot.] You need to put your hair up, like this. They might buy it more. And you need to speak more like a grown up when you have to talk to them. [And he knows he can, since he's heard him speak nicely before.] Like how you talk to Makima. Talk like that when you ask for it.
[ He lowers his knees to gather up the dropped items, making vague confused noises all the while. ]
But — huh? Huhhh? I, uh… Okay! Sure.
[ Denji's brows raise, lower, and crease together as he mentally notes down Angel's suggestions for how to behave like an accurate Aki dupe. That doesn't sound too hard. There's an extra hair tie conveniently enclosed in the wallet, so he uses that to knot up a stubby bunch of hair. He tries to school his expression into something more tepid and unreadable, but he just looks cross and intimidating — basically, your stereotypical rebellious youth.
[He literally looks insane. He looks like he's here to rob the liquor rather than buy it. What's more, he looks nothing like Aki Hayakawa.]
Not really.
[But, well, it'll be amusing. So he'll let him try. Despite saying that, Angel walks to the cashier with their hoard of items and sets them down on the counter as he looks to Denji expectantly. The clerk looks like she would rather die than deal with anything that's about to happen.]
Tch, Angel abandons him to his own floundering devices before he can grill him for further recommendations. Whatever, what does some short-stack devil know, anyhow? Denji lives with the guy! Of course he can act the part. He adds a few rice lagers to the growing mass in his arms, then stiffly approaches the counter, his items knocking over a few of Angel's. ]
Uh, excuse me, ma'am! We're ready to check out.
[ Nodding, she smiles genially and begins scanning their items. Asks them if they want a plastic bag. Yes, they do. And if they have a points card. Also, yes. Anybody with a pair of eyes and some social acumen would be able to tell that the frozen smile she offers Denji throughout their exchange is in the name of the kind of forced friendliness expected of anyone working customer service.
Meanwhile, Denji stares the whole time. His cheeks tint a gentle shade of pink. This girl is really happy to see him. She's kinda cute, too. Maybe she likes him?
When it comes to scanning the beer cans, she pauses to ask for his identification. And though Denji has been internally rehearsing this part of the conversation in his mind for the past few seconds, he still fumbles with the wallet to brandish it. ]
…Here! Here it is. [ Alright, here goes nothing. ] My name is Aki Hayakawa. I'm a Public Safety devil hunter. I dyed my hair recently. Do you come around here often?
[Angel watches from behind him, peering around his body to watch the clerk bag the items as she scans them and goes through her usual spiel. He watches Denji do his impression of a legal adult and end it with what he assumes is a pick-up line and turns his eyes to look at the clerk. She's still staring at him with that customer service smile but it's very obvious she doesn't buy it for a moment.]
[She says something about how she's sorry but she can't accept this form of ID due to the photo being so different. He's a little amazed at how good she is at shutting it down. The beer remains unscanned and Angel is ready to just leave it at that and watch the way Aki Hayakawa will react to this later, how he might even smile at it, or maybe he'll be upset at Denji for stealing his identity...]
[...But he also might really want beer. Whenever they go out for lunch or on the rare occasion they have dinner out, he always gets one of those, so he probably likes them a lot. Angel finally steps around him and holds out his own "ID" - there's no photo on it, it's just a small card that essentially says he's state property. But it's official and comes in a little plastic case and even has a stamp on it from Makima.]
He's telling the truth. I know, he doesn't look like that anymore... You know how it is.
[The clerk really doesn't look like she believes him, but she also looks extremely unnerved by Angel's approach and the card he holds out in his palm, even though they're separated by a counter. Angel just stares at her patiently until she finally turns and picks up the scanner and scans both the cans and Aki's ID. Angel pushes his card away.]
'Kay, now you have to carry it all. [Because he helped.]
Taking the implicit blend of rejection, suspicion, and disinterest from the cashier in stride, Denji forks over Aki's credit card once she declares their total. Seemingly working based on rote memory now, she efficiently bags their items and runs the card, only stopping to verify whether he wants the receipt with him or in the bag. It's a relatively minor decision, but Denji shoots a glance at Angel's direction, anyway, before nodding toward the bag.
The temperature outside feels like it's dropped a few degrees since they were last there. Denji plods behind Angel, attempting to balance the weight of the plastic bags between both his hands. After a brief victory celebration in which Denji tries raising a hand full of bags out to Angel for a high-five, even if it only earns him a look or a sleeve-covered pat, he directs them toward a lit up taxi stand. The driver barely looks their way as they file into the backseat and takes his directions back to the apartment. Bags deposited at his feet, Denji leans over, a hand cupped over his mouth, to whisper: ]
Alright, here's the plan when we walk in! Play it cool. Act like you've been there the whole time. Maybe we can talk him into thinking that he forgot to take you back to Public Safety.
[Denji definitely doesn't get a high five, only a slightly annoyed
look from Angel as he leans away from him and hoists up the meat in his
hands. He's quiet through the drive (he didn't think the cab driver noticed
him but the glow lighting up the back of the cab from his halo causes the
man to glance back through the rear view mirror a couple times that Angel
catches) and uses the chance to pull the pants off from around his neck and
push them into the bag holding the container of kebabs. He climbs out and
looks around slightly at their destination - he's never been here before.
It doesn't look that impressive.]
Why not tell him the truth? [He adjusts the bag in his arms and
fluffs his wings out a bit. They got pinched during the ride.] Or
do you not want him to know you were worried about him?
[ It's said some measure of force, like the very suggestion of concern is something his whole chest disagrees with, and the quizzical lilt to his voice should tip Angel off that Denji earnestly believes this. Or, in other words, is earnestly unaware that he's worried. ]
Speak for yourself, I'm trying to get him to shut up so that I can sleep. I'm not — [ A flicker of discomfort passes over his face. Denji readjusts his hold on the bags. ] Not that other thing.
[ He leads them up a couple flights, swaying a little with each clunky step, given the sheer weight gathered in his arms. He doesn't really think he's being loud enough to wake any of their neighbors, though, so hopefully they won't have another complaint filed to the building superintendent so recently after their last one. At last, they stop in front of Denji's apartment. One of his hands drops a few of the bags as he undoes the lock and pushes inward. ]
Come on in. Oh, you can put the meat and stuff in the kitchen. It's right past the bathroom here.
[Shut up so he can sleep...? Does he cry that loudly? Surely someone like Aki Hayakawa would be careful when he cries and not do it so loudly as to let others know. But still... Texting him this late at night, going all the way to Public Safety to get him, and then going all the way to a very specific convenience store seems like a lot of effort for something as simple as annoyance over someone crying.]
[Then again, it sounds like he just wanted to look at gravure magazines with regards to the last point. Angel follows him upstairs and into the apartment, comparably less weighed down by his luggage than Denji is, but he doesn't offer to help and slips past him to set his bag down in the kitchen once he's told where to go.]
[He's never been in here and he makes an obvious attempt to look around now that he's in the main area. Huh. It's not really as big as he imagined. Three people live in a space this size? His cell is only a little bit smaller than this. Then again, it's essentially a concrete box, not separated into areas or housing a kitchen or whatnot.]
It smells good. [He realizes it's the leftovers of whatever was made for dinner, but still.] Are you going to make an offering tower for him with all of the stuff, or what?
[ That smell belongs to the braised beef and vegetable stew they had earlier. The meal itself was pretty dense, but who knows, maybe Aki's worked up an appetite from blowing his nose or something. Denji sure has, anyway. ]
We passed by the room me and Powy share comin' in, [ he says, noticing Angel curiously looking around. He's not going to go through the trouble of giving a formal tour, but he'll at least point out some of the rooms. ] It's like straight across from the bathroom if you needa piss from all the walking. Aki's room is down near the patio.
[ He hefts the bags over the countertop of the kitchen, the items sagging out in one clamorous (and glamorous!) heap. Obviously, Denji doesn't react to the noise and simply begins stacking the items in, uh, his idea of a tower, starting with… the frying pan? He squints at appliance, holding it up by the handle and turning it over in confusion — oh, yeah, this was there at the check out. But why????
Whatever, he sets it down, then sets the cake trays directly on top, then the bread and jam, and he continues on like that until he's topping the mountain of stuff with the ice cream. Which should be going into the freezer before it melts. But instead it's here, and so are they, so they have to deal with this. ]
[He doesn't need to piss but how nice of him to tell him where that is. Angel sees Denji's confusion over the frying pan and speaks up.]
They didn't have air flyers, so I figured this one is kind of the same.
[He's not really aware of what a typical household would have in terms of cooking gadgets, so to him, it makes sense to throw something like that in. Angel watches as Denji stacks the tower high and thinks it's surely going to topple, but none of it does for some reason and he can't lie, he's a little bit impressed. Even the beer cans make for a good base and he might not see them immediately. That means he won't be as quick to be upset.]
I think he might be mad at first, but he'll probably like it in the end.
[And speak of the devil, the voice of someone who isn't usually in the apartment, let alone this late at night, has stirred Aki from his half-sleep half-crying and the door to his room slides open so he can look out. At least he wiped his face, but even across the room he can see the weird tower of junk on the counter. Angel's halo even lights it up a bit so he can make out a few details. "What the hell are you doing...?" he asks, and Angel looks to Denji expectantly for him to explain.]
[ Angel looks up at him. Denji's sights land on Angel. The stretched out whites of his eyes appear to fruitlessly communicate: Damn it, dude, I already did the heavy-lifting up the stairs, not this too! Releasing an inhale that seethes with nervous energy, he faces Aki's tired stare, rimed faintly with redness. Screw it, Denji throws his hands up, a forced grin on his face, jazzing at the tilting column before them. ]
Suuurpriiise!! We got you stuff! [ We. We! This was a team effort, so don't get mad at just him! ] Ice cream, meat, and — [ His mind's racing so hard that the precise list of items they'd compiled for this event completely blanks from Denji's cognition. Neck craning to look at the tower, he carries on: ] Um, other things! Like, see, this pan — your buddy picked it out because he heard about what happened to the air flyer. Real nice for a dude. But he's kind of a pain in the ass to hangout with.
[ …It's quiet. The type of quiet that hints at a brewing hell. After a moment, Denji realizes his hair is still tied in a dumbass-looking topknot. His hand reaches up to pull it out. ]
Alright, I'm goin' to bed now. [ His feet shuffle for the exit, Denji careful to stay clear of touching Angel. ] Don't stay up too late, alright? And make sure to leave me some bread to toast in the morning. See ya.
[Said with that deadpan way he always does when he's annoyed. Aki comes forward to look at their spread of shit, their tower of things. The frying pan, he still doesn't get even after the explanation, but it's topped with ice cream so Angel's influence on this whole thing is clear. And then there's some sweet rolls, what looks like jelly... Are these tissue boxes? And... beer? It must be non-alcoholic, he tells himself.]
...Why did you get all of this? And why him? [He points at Angel.] I thought you went to bed an hour ago.
[Lucky for Denji, Angel finally decides to explain the situation so he doesn't have to.]
He said it sounded like you had a rough day. So he contacted me and asked for ideas of things to get you to cheer up. ...Hey, you forgot your bunny people magazine. [He picks that up from the side of the pile and hands it out to Denji.] But yeah, Chainsaw-kun thought of half of these.
[Aki looks back to Denji like, Seriously? And Angel nods, even though the question isn't for him.]
[ Not one for self-regulation, the sounds of Denji's frustrated groaning loudly extends far past their apartment. Which, in a place housing the likes of himself and Power, is par the course. Doubly par the course is the sharp pound it obtains them against the walls nearest to their kitchenette — gotta be from this one pesky neighbor they know — and a muffled, Keep it down!, seconds after.
Aki's probably going to tell him the same thing here soon, so his tongue clicks, and in a much lower pitched voice, he goes: ] You…! I thought we agreed we were gonna play things cool, you traitor!
[ To be fair, Angel didn't agree to anything. Still, he thought they were, like, partners in crime for this scenario! Whatever happened to trust and camaraderie, or whatever? With an disdainful expression that speaks volumes, he snatches the magazine from Angel's hands, shoving it under his arm. ]
See if I ever buy you kebabs again.
[ His attention twitches toward Aki, the heat of his irritation withering slightly as his shoulders raise, defensively, like the hackles of a dog. Quickly, Denji's gaze shoots off to the side, feeling quite pre-emptively scorned. ]
I brought all the things you like. So just eat up and leave the lecture for tomorrow.
[Essentially at the same time as the neighbor knocks, Aki also gives him a harsh look for growling so loud in the middle of the night. Ugh, they must have gone to a convenience store for all of this... He starts to pick at the various things, ready to lecture them on it, but Angel repeats himself before he can speak.]
He wanted to cheer you up. [Said in his usual deadpan as he stares at Aki. Aki looks at him for a moment, his brow pinched, then at Denji. Then back to Angel. They share a long look and it seems like some sort of unspoken discussion happens between them in that moment. Worried about me? Yes. Why? You know why.]
[Aki picks up one of the pastries, the little slices of cheesecake that he gets sometimes when he ends up going to a conveince store with Denji and Power for an errand and allows them to pick out one thing each. He looks it over briefly as if he wants to find fault with it before raising his gaze to Denji.]
You really went out and got all of this for me...? [He still sounds like he wants to finish with Why? but Angel is still staring at him. For someone who claims to both not like and not understand humans, he's so annoyingly perceptive.]
[ Denji watches the silent back-and-forth, every look they send one another whetting his curiosity like a blade sawing against a sharpener. He and Power will operate on similar wavelength at times, not always in harmony, but when they're really in the throes of combat, the curation of each weapon she brings into battle timed to perfection with his strikes, it's like salt and pepper: two things that were always meant to go together.
But it's interesting seeing other buddies interact with the such synchronicity that they can read each other with a glance; this is what it must be like to feel left out. The next time he gets into a fight over the remote with his fiend roommate, he'll make sure Aki is included.
When a window to chime in arises: ] …Not just that, but I got him for you, too.
[ With a swing of his arm, Denji's hand comes down atop Angel's shoulder, just barely missing the feathers of his wings, with enough force to shove him stumbling forward. A little petty revenge for outing him earlier. ]
So now you've got someone to talk to instead of cry! I know, pretty clever of me. You can thank me later with waffles tomorrow.
[Denji claps on his shoulder and while Angel doesn't exactly fall flat on his face he does pull away from the touch with a groan.]
Stop that - I told you to quit doing that, I don't want to touch you, you're gross.
[It all comes out a little quickly and defensively as he moves closer to Aki instead. Someone he trusts much more not to invade his personal space (except for that one time).]
--You're not staying here tonight. I'll take you back in a minute.
[Angel looks a little put out by that, but it's not something he didn't expect, either. He reaches up to snag an ice cream cone off the tower as Aki hears the rest of what Denji said.]
...You didn't have to do all that for me. [He has this weird desire to pat him on his head or something, but he tells himself it's because his hair looks so messy right now. Why did he have it up, anyway?] Tonight's... I just had some bad memories crop up.
[It's Himeno's birthday and he forgot until he looked at the calendar when he got home. Then felt like a complete asshole for not taking a beer to her grave before it got late. Maybe he'll bring one of these surely non-alcoholic ones later.]
[ He considers repeating, not for the first time tonight, that he wasn't worried. Isn't worried now, either. But then Angel's insulting him, Aki's thanking him, and Denji's cheeks are burning from the effort to not to do something stupid and out of character, like grinning, gross and gratuitously, thinking about everything that had to go wrong tonight to make the one thing he wanted go right. Before he can talk himself out of it, though, his hand lifts to Aki's hairline, stroking down a few licks of hairs that are standing on end, tickling his palms as he smooths them down. Bed hair always looks so funny on Aki. Even once his hair is all flattened, Denji continues the repetition of patting his head just a while longer — until he realizes how this must look, and his arm shoots back. ]
— Uhhh, that was his idea! [ His thumb jerks at Angel. ] Not mine.
[ Denji pauses. Angel… What a weird devil. He counseled him on how to help Aki, agreed to meet him, saved his life sorta… all to mooch some ice cream and cake? Nah, there's no way. It's annoying, but he probably owes the guy. ]
Do you have to take him back…? It was so much trouble breaking him out! [ Actually, all Denji did was stand outside as Angel broke himself out. He doesn't mention that. ] That's like refunding a gift you didn't like right in front of me! …And, anyway, he thinks I'm yucky, but he still came with me to cheer you up. You can't just send him back to bed. That's messed up.
[Denji mussing at his hair when he's too tired to do anything about it is annoying for two reasons. One, because it's Denji, and two, because he can feel Angel watching them like this is a variety hour. He swats Denji's hand away before he can stop on his own, but it seems like it happens at the same moment he realizes how it looks.]
[But at the news that half of these things were actually Angel's idea... Probably, he tells himself, it's things Angel would like, himself, since he can see it's mainly food. Surprising there's no udon on there, too. But now Denji is begging to let him sleep over and how he broke him out and - He broke him out?!]
You broke him out? [What does that even entail? It's only really then that he takes into account that Angel is dressed like he literally got dragged out of bed (at least he took off the pants scarf) and also in socks that look like they traipsed through the city streets (they did). Angel makes sure to speak up and explain he broke himself out but that's somehow even worse judging by the way Aki's face falls.] You two... You can't do things like that, I'm going to be the one who has to answer for the both of you.
[Angel doesn't seem to see this as an issue he needs to worry about. Aki sighs, reaching out to dust off a piece of dirt from Angel's sleeve. Unlike when Denji touched him, he doesn't really react to that.]
You should at least change, before you go back - Denji, lend him some clothes. [There's no way they're similar in size but it's better than Aki's. Angel, however, looks disgusted by this idea and quickly says, No way, no way. They'll be covered in God-knows-what.]
[ While the swat of Aki's hand does puncture a hole in Denji's buoyancy, as does how naturally he reaches for the slighter devil immediately, neither of those things are what ultimately brings him down. ]
My clothes? But — they're mine!
[ At the same time that Angel's protests jump out, so do Denji's, his voice rising with incredulity, in spite of the warning he received earlier. So what if Powy gets into his laundry all the time. That's Powy, that's different from sharing his things with another guy. It's also different when he's being demanded to by Aki. Then again, is the alternative that Aki share his stuff with him? Because he also doesn't like that idea very much.
Denji eyes Angel, the sweet exhilaration of doing something praiseworthy having capsized, like how a leaking boat at max capacity might, coldly sinking to the bed of his stomach. His gaze switches to Aki, briefly, hoping a little that he'll have a change of heart, remember all the nice things he's done for him this evening and say, "Actually, it's perfectly fine that Angel is covered in street dirt."
When that doesn't happen, he slinks off to his bedroom, mumbling something about how his clothes aren't covered in anything and that he did his laundry yesterday like he was supposed to. After a couple minutes, he comes out with… a pink knitted sweater, red shorts embroidered with a little impish devil in the corner (think ), and striped socks. These are absolutely not Denji's clothes. ]
Umm, I did Power's laundry yesterday, too. I think he'd probably fit into her stuff.
[When Denji wanders back out with the clothes, Aki has turned on the lights to the kitchen and is pouring some water into a glass - Angel's request, since he had to walk so far tonight and for what. To get whined at by a half devil. Angel, himself, raises his eyebrows high at the clothes he comes out with which Aki doesn't see immediately due to being in the kitchen proper. Angel reaches out to take them, looking each one over with slightly raised eyebrows. When Aki finally realizes what he's brought out, he opens his mouth to snap at Denji that he obviously can't wear something so feminine, but Angel speaks up first.]
Is this the kind of stuff you wear on your days off?
[He's sort of teasing Denji now, but it's still his neutral tone without any emotion. The sweater, at the very least, is more than passable, so he drops the other two items on the ground and slips that on over his head as Aki starts to say something about how Denji needs to get him something more proper. As he pulls his arms through the sleeves he looks over himself. His hair, he tugs out of the collar of the shirt but his wings are stuck below it, giving him what looks like a large hunchback if not for the feathers spilling out from below the hem. Thanks to the hump in the back, the rest of it fits him somehow and doesn't bunch or seem too long on him. He turns slightly in the sweater, then looks at Denji with the same raised brows.]
You wanted me to wear this? [For you being the unsaid but implied words. More slight teasing. Aki just sighs and mutters something about finding him some clothes in his room.]
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It's an adult way for adults to forget their adult problems! Duh! Juice ain't gonna cut it.
[ A couple of his items fall to the ground as Denji attempts to shimmy out Aki's wallet from his pocket. ]
But fine, if that's out — I think I have his ID. [ His wrist flicks, showing Angel the aforementioned card. ] Think we look close enough alike they'll think I'm him? I can always say that my hair was dyed when I took the photo.
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Wouldn't it make more sense to say you dyed it now? [But he raises his hands and plops them both on the back of his head, one fist over the other, to express a topknot.] You need to put your hair up, like this. They might buy it more. And you need to speak more like a grown up when you have to talk to them. [And he knows he can, since he's heard him speak nicely before.] Like how you talk to Makima. Talk like that when you ask for it.
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But — huh? Huhhh? I, uh… Okay! Sure.
[ Denji's brows raise, lower, and crease together as he mentally notes down Angel's suggestions for how to behave like an accurate Aki dupe. That doesn't sound too hard. There's an extra hair tie conveniently enclosed in the wallet, so he uses that to knot up a stubby bunch of hair. He tries to school his expression into something more tepid and unreadable, but he just looks cross and intimidating — basically, your stereotypical rebellious youth.
He looks at Angel for approval. ]
This look good?
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Not really.
[But, well, it'll be amusing. So he'll let him try. Despite saying that, Angel walks to the cashier with their hoard of items and sets them down on the counter as he looks to Denji expectantly. The clerk looks like she would rather die than deal with anything that's about to happen.]
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Tch, Angel abandons him to his own floundering devices before he can grill him for further recommendations. Whatever, what does some short-stack devil know, anyhow? Denji lives with the guy! Of course he can act the part. He adds a few rice lagers to the growing mass in his arms, then stiffly approaches the counter, his items knocking over a few of Angel's. ]
Uh, excuse me, ma'am! We're ready to check out.
[ Nodding, she smiles genially and begins scanning their items. Asks them if they want a plastic bag. Yes, they do. And if they have a points card. Also, yes. Anybody with a pair of eyes and some social acumen would be able to tell that the frozen smile she offers Denji throughout their exchange is in the name of the kind of forced friendliness expected of anyone working customer service.
Meanwhile, Denji stares the whole time. His cheeks tint a gentle shade of pink. This girl is really happy to see him. She's kinda cute, too. Maybe she likes him?
When it comes to scanning the beer cans, she pauses to ask for his identification. And though Denji has been internally rehearsing this part of the conversation in his mind for the past few seconds, he still fumbles with the wallet to brandish it. ]
…Here! Here it is. [ Alright, here goes nothing. ] My name is Aki Hayakawa. I'm a Public Safety devil hunter. I dyed my hair recently. Do you come around here often?
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[Angel watches from behind him, peering around his body to watch the clerk bag the items as she scans them and goes through her usual spiel. He watches Denji do his impression of a legal adult and end it with what he assumes is a pick-up line and turns his eyes to look at the clerk. She's still staring at him with that customer service smile but it's very obvious she doesn't buy it for a moment.]
[She says something about how she's sorry but she can't accept this form of ID due to the photo being so different. He's a little amazed at how good she is at shutting it down. The beer remains unscanned and Angel is ready to just leave it at that and watch the way Aki Hayakawa will react to this later, how he might even smile at it, or maybe he'll be upset at Denji for stealing his identity...]
[...But he also might really want beer. Whenever they go out for lunch or on the rare occasion they have dinner out, he always gets one of those, so he probably likes them a lot. Angel finally steps around him and holds out his own "ID" - there's no photo on it, it's just a small card that essentially says he's state property. But it's official and comes in a little plastic case and even has a stamp on it from Makima.]
He's telling the truth. I know, he doesn't look like that anymore... You know how it is.
[The clerk really doesn't look like she believes him, but she also looks extremely unnerved by Angel's approach and the card he holds out in his palm, even though they're separated by a counter. Angel just stares at her patiently until she finally turns and picks up the scanner and scans both the cans and Aki's ID. Angel pushes his card away.]
'Kay, now you have to carry it all. [Because he helped.]
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Taking the implicit blend of rejection, suspicion, and disinterest from the cashier in stride, Denji forks over Aki's credit card once she declares their total. Seemingly working based on rote memory now, she efficiently bags their items and runs the card, only stopping to verify whether he wants the receipt with him or in the bag. It's a relatively minor decision, but Denji shoots a glance at Angel's direction, anyway, before nodding toward the bag.
The temperature outside feels like it's dropped a few degrees since they were last there. Denji plods behind Angel, attempting to balance the weight of the plastic bags between both his hands. After a brief victory celebration in which Denji tries raising a hand full of bags out to Angel for a high-five, even if it only earns him a look or a sleeve-covered pat, he directs them toward a lit up taxi stand. The driver barely looks their way as they file into the backseat and takes his directions back to the apartment. Bags deposited at his feet, Denji leans over, a hand cupped over his mouth, to whisper: ]
Alright, here's the plan when we walk in! Play it cool. Act like you've been there the whole time. Maybe we can talk him into thinking that he forgot to take you back to Public Safety.
[ So… gaslight him? ]
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[Denji definitely doesn't get a high five, only a slightly annoyed look from Angel as he leans away from him and hoists up the meat in his hands. He's quiet through the drive (he didn't think the cab driver noticed him but the glow lighting up the back of the cab from his halo causes the man to glance back through the rear view mirror a couple times that Angel catches) and uses the chance to pull the pants off from around his neck and push them into the bag holding the container of kebabs. He climbs out and looks around slightly at their destination - he's never been here before. It doesn't look that impressive.]
Why not tell him the truth? [He adjusts the bag in his arms and fluffs his wings out a bit. They got pinched during the ride.] Or do you not want him to know you were worried about him?
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[ It's said some measure of force, like the very suggestion of concern is something his whole chest disagrees with, and the quizzical lilt to his voice should tip Angel off that Denji earnestly believes this. Or, in other words, is earnestly unaware that he's worried. ]
Speak for yourself, I'm trying to get him to shut up so that I can sleep. I'm not — [ A flicker of discomfort passes over his face. Denji readjusts his hold on the bags. ] Not that other thing.
[ He leads them up a couple flights, swaying a little with each clunky step, given the sheer weight gathered in his arms. He doesn't really think he's being loud enough to wake any of their neighbors, though, so hopefully they won't have another complaint filed to the building superintendent so recently after their last one. At last, they stop in front of Denji's apartment. One of his hands drops a few of the bags as he undoes the lock and pushes inward. ]
Come on in. Oh, you can put the meat and stuff in the kitchen. It's right past the bathroom here.
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[Then again, it sounds like he just wanted to look at gravure magazines with regards to the last point. Angel follows him upstairs and into the apartment, comparably less weighed down by his luggage than Denji is, but he doesn't offer to help and slips past him to set his bag down in the kitchen once he's told where to go.]
[He's never been in here and he makes an obvious attempt to look around now that he's in the main area. Huh. It's not really as big as he imagined. Three people live in a space this size? His cell is only a little bit smaller than this. Then again, it's essentially a concrete box, not separated into areas or housing a kitchen or whatnot.]
It smells good. [He realizes it's the leftovers of whatever was made for dinner, but still.] Are you going to make an offering tower for him with all of the stuff, or what?
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[ That smell belongs to the braised beef and vegetable stew they had earlier. The meal itself was pretty dense, but who knows, maybe Aki's worked up an appetite from blowing his nose or something. Denji sure has, anyway. ]
We passed by the room me and Powy share comin' in, [ he says, noticing Angel curiously looking around. He's not going to go through the trouble of giving a formal tour, but he'll at least point out some of the rooms. ] It's like straight across from the bathroom if you needa piss from all the walking. Aki's room is down near the patio.
[ He hefts the bags over the countertop of the kitchen, the items sagging out in one clamorous (and glamorous!) heap. Obviously, Denji doesn't react to the noise and simply begins stacking the items in, uh, his idea of a tower, starting with… the frying pan? He squints at appliance, holding it up by the handle and turning it over in confusion — oh, yeah, this was there at the check out. But why????
Whatever, he sets it down, then sets the cake trays directly on top, then the bread and jam, and he continues on like that until he's topping the mountain of stuff with the ice cream. Which should be going into the freezer before it melts. But instead it's here, and so are they, so they have to deal with this. ]
How's it look? You think he'll like it?
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They didn't have air flyers, so I figured this one is kind of the same.
[He's not really aware of what a typical household would have in terms of cooking gadgets, so to him, it makes sense to throw something like that in. Angel watches as Denji stacks the tower high and thinks it's surely going to topple, but none of it does for some reason and he can't lie, he's a little bit impressed. Even the beer cans make for a good base and he might not see them immediately. That means he won't be as quick to be upset.]
I think he might be mad at first, but he'll probably like it in the end.
[And speak of the devil, the voice of someone who isn't usually in the apartment, let alone this late at night, has stirred Aki from his half-sleep half-crying and the door to his room slides open so he can look out. At least he wiped his face, but even across the room he can see the weird tower of junk on the counter. Angel's halo even lights it up a bit so he can make out a few details. "What the hell are you doing...?" he asks, and Angel looks to Denji expectantly for him to explain.]
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Suuurpriiise!! We got you stuff! [ We. We! This was a team effort, so don't get mad at just him! ] Ice cream, meat, and — [ His mind's racing so hard that the precise list of items they'd compiled for this event completely blanks from Denji's cognition. Neck craning to look at the tower, he carries on: ] Um, other things! Like, see, this pan — your buddy picked it out because he heard about what happened to the air flyer. Real nice for a dude. But he's kind of a pain in the ass to hangout with.
[ …It's quiet. The type of quiet that hints at a brewing hell. After a moment, Denji realizes his hair is still tied in a dumbass-looking topknot. His hand reaches up to pull it out. ]
Alright, I'm goin' to bed now. [ His feet shuffle for the exit, Denji careful to stay clear of touching Angel. ] Don't stay up too late, alright? And make sure to leave me some bread to toast in the morning. See ya.
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Hold it.
[Said with that deadpan way he always does when he's annoyed. Aki comes forward to look at their spread of shit, their tower of things. The frying pan, he still doesn't get even after the explanation, but it's topped with ice cream so Angel's influence on this whole thing is clear. And then there's some sweet rolls, what looks like jelly... Are these tissue boxes? And... beer? It must be non-alcoholic, he tells himself.]
...Why did you get all of this? And why him? [He points at Angel.] I thought you went to bed an hour ago.
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He said it sounded like you had a rough day. So he contacted me and asked for ideas of things to get you to cheer up. ...Hey, you forgot your bunny people magazine. [He picks that up from the side of the pile and hands it out to Denji.] But yeah, Chainsaw-kun thought of half of these.
[Aki looks back to Denji like, Seriously? And Angel nods, even though the question isn't for him.]
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[ Not one for self-regulation, the sounds of Denji's frustrated groaning loudly extends far past their apartment. Which, in a place housing the likes of himself and Power, is par the course. Doubly par the course is the sharp pound it obtains them against the walls nearest to their kitchenette — gotta be from this one pesky neighbor they know — and a muffled, Keep it down!, seconds after.
Aki's probably going to tell him the same thing here soon, so his tongue clicks, and in a much lower pitched voice, he goes: ] You…! I thought we agreed we were gonna play things cool, you traitor!
[ To be fair, Angel didn't agree to anything. Still, he thought they were, like, partners in crime for this scenario! Whatever happened to trust and camaraderie, or whatever? With an disdainful expression that speaks volumes, he snatches the magazine from Angel's hands, shoving it under his arm. ]
See if I ever buy you kebabs again.
[ His attention twitches toward Aki, the heat of his irritation withering slightly as his shoulders raise, defensively, like the hackles of a dog. Quickly, Denji's gaze shoots off to the side, feeling quite pre-emptively scorned. ]
I brought all the things you like. So just eat up and leave the lecture for tomorrow.
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He wanted to cheer you up. [Said in his usual deadpan as he stares at Aki. Aki looks at him for a moment, his brow pinched, then at Denji. Then back to Angel. They share a long look and it seems like some sort of unspoken discussion happens between them in that moment. Worried about me? Yes. Why? You know why.]
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[Aki picks up one of the pastries, the little slices of cheesecake that he gets sometimes when he ends up going to a conveince store with Denji and Power for an errand and allows them to pick out one thing each. He looks it over briefly as if he wants to find fault with it before raising his gaze to Denji.]
You really went out and got all of this for me...? [He still sounds like he wants to finish with Why? but Angel is still staring at him. For someone who claims to both not like and not understand humans, he's so annoyingly perceptive.]
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But it's interesting seeing other buddies interact with the such synchronicity that they can read each other with a glance; this is what it must be like to feel left out. The next time he gets into a fight over the remote with his fiend roommate, he'll make sure Aki is included.
When a window to chime in arises: ] …Not just that, but I got him for you, too.
[ With a swing of his arm, Denji's hand comes down atop Angel's shoulder, just barely missing the feathers of his wings, with enough force to shove him stumbling forward. A little petty revenge for outing him earlier. ]
So now you've got someone to talk to instead of cry! I know, pretty clever of me. You can thank me later with waffles tomorrow.
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Stop that - I told you to quit doing that, I don't want to touch you, you're gross.
[It all comes out a little quickly and defensively as he moves closer to Aki instead. Someone he trusts much more not to invade his personal space (except for that one time).]
...And if you're gonna make waffles tomorrow -
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--You're not staying here tonight. I'll take you back in a minute.
[Angel looks a little put out by that, but it's not something he didn't expect, either. He reaches up to snag an ice cream cone off the tower as Aki hears the rest of what Denji said.]
...You didn't have to do all that for me. [He has this weird desire to pat him on his head or something, but he tells himself it's because his hair looks so messy right now. Why did he have it up, anyway?] Tonight's... I just had some bad memories crop up.
[It's Himeno's birthday and he forgot until he looked at the calendar when he got home. Then felt like a complete asshole for not taking a beer to her grave before it got late. Maybe he'll bring one of these surely non-alcoholic ones later.]
Sorry if I worried you. But... thanks.
[Even Angel looks content with that response.]
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— Uhhh, that was his idea! [ His thumb jerks at Angel. ] Not mine.
[ Denji pauses. Angel… What a weird devil. He counseled him on how to help Aki, agreed to meet him, saved his life sorta… all to mooch some ice cream and cake? Nah, there's no way. It's annoying, but he probably owes the guy. ]
Do you have to take him back…? It was so much trouble breaking him out! [ Actually, all Denji did was stand outside as Angel broke himself out. He doesn't mention that. ] That's like refunding a gift you didn't like right in front of me! …And, anyway, he thinks I'm yucky, but he still came with me to cheer you up. You can't just send him back to bed. That's messed up.
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[Denji mussing at his hair when he's too tired to do anything about it is annoying for two reasons. One, because it's Denji, and two, because he can feel Angel watching them like this is a variety hour. He swats Denji's hand away before he can stop on his own, but it seems like it happens at the same moment he realizes how it looks.]
[But at the news that half of these things were actually Angel's idea... Probably, he tells himself, it's things Angel would like, himself, since he can see it's mainly food. Surprising there's no udon on there, too. But now Denji is begging to let him sleep over and how he broke him out and - He broke him out?!]
You broke him out? [What does that even entail? It's only really then that he takes into account that Angel is dressed like he literally got dragged out of bed (at least he took off the pants scarf) and also in socks that look like they traipsed through the city streets (they did). Angel makes sure to speak up and explain he broke himself out but that's somehow even worse judging by the way Aki's face falls.] You two... You can't do things like that, I'm going to be the one who has to answer for the both of you.
[Angel doesn't seem to see this as an issue he needs to worry about. Aki sighs, reaching out to dust off a piece of dirt from Angel's sleeve. Unlike when Denji touched him, he doesn't really react to that.]
You should at least change, before you go back - Denji, lend him some clothes. [There's no way they're similar in size but it's better than Aki's. Angel, however, looks disgusted by this idea and quickly says, No way, no way. They'll be covered in God-knows-what.]
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My clothes? But — they're mine!
[ At the same time that Angel's protests jump out, so do Denji's, his voice rising with incredulity, in spite of the warning he received earlier. So what if Powy gets into his laundry all the time. That's Powy, that's different from sharing his things with another guy. It's also different when he's being demanded to by Aki. Then again, is the alternative that Aki share his stuff with him? Because he also doesn't like that idea very much.
Denji eyes Angel, the sweet exhilaration of doing something praiseworthy having capsized, like how a leaking boat at max capacity might, coldly sinking to the bed of his stomach. His gaze switches to Aki, briefly, hoping a little that he'll have a change of heart, remember all the nice things he's done for him this evening and say, "Actually, it's perfectly fine that Angel is covered in street dirt."
When that doesn't happen, he slinks off to his bedroom, mumbling something about how his clothes aren't covered in anything and that he did his laundry yesterday like he was supposed to. After a couple minutes, he comes out with… a pink knitted sweater, red shorts embroidered with a little impish devil in the corner (think
Umm, I did Power's laundry yesterday, too. I think he'd probably fit into her stuff.
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Is this the kind of stuff you wear on your days off?
[He's sort of teasing Denji now, but it's still his neutral tone without any emotion. The sweater, at the very least, is more than passable, so he drops the other two items on the ground and slips that on over his head as Aki starts to say something about how Denji needs to get him something more proper. As he pulls his arms through the sleeves he looks over himself. His hair, he tugs out of the collar of the shirt but his wings are stuck below it, giving him what looks like a large hunchback if not for the feathers spilling out from below the hem. Thanks to the hump in the back, the rest of it fits him somehow and doesn't bunch or seem too long on him. He turns slightly in the sweater, then looks at Denji with the same raised brows.]
You wanted me to wear this? [For you being the unsaid but implied words. More slight teasing. Aki just sighs and mutters something about finding him some clothes in his room.]
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