unfoggedlotus | p4kechi's ren (
unfoggedlotus) wrote2023-10-10 09:03 pm
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[ ic // demi voicetesting ]
Man, whatever happened to a good night's sleep? Is the first thought that crosses Ren's mind. One moment he's tossing and turning in bed, trying to get to sleep, and the next he's staring up to the ceiling of the Velvet Room. He closes his eyes after he processes the bare minimum to get his location down. Can't a guy go a week without getting dream-DM'd by the fake-powers-that-be?
It's not entirely fair, he knows. He's just feeling blergh because Goro hasn't texted him back for a few hours and he was starting to get worried when Morgana batted the phone out of his hand and said he'd come home when he wanted to. But. Well. If he really had to do something in the realm of the subconscious involving chains tonight, he'd really rather be in Goro's dreams.
Maybe the chains would even be fun for once.
He lets himself stew for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. Might as well see what the "wardens" and "Igor" have in store for him this time. Ren grumbles to himself only a little bit as he opens his eyes again, and...
...What?
Ren blinks, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. This is definitely the Velvet Room. There's the desk, the structure is vaguely similar, and he. Well. He just sort of knows it. The vibes are incredibly Velvet Room. 100% blue, 100% weird music, 100% cognitive prison.
Except.
There's no prison decor. He isn't even in a cell. There are a few doors scattered around. Peeling himself off the floor, he realizes he isn't in a prison uniform (he's in his daytime clothes) and there aren't shackles wrapped around him either. And the weird music isn't grating in his chest like the world's worst rendition of Prison Hallway Salsa silently beamed into his soul, it's just kinda...smooth. Jazzy. Soothing. A bop.
The Velvet Room actually feels...
...Nice?
...He doesn't buy it. (Something in him wants to, though.)
Ren turns around a few times, trying to find answers. What's going on here?
It's not entirely fair, he knows. He's just feeling blergh because Goro hasn't texted him back for a few hours and he was starting to get worried when Morgana batted the phone out of his hand and said he'd come home when he wanted to. But. Well. If he really had to do something in the realm of the subconscious involving chains tonight, he'd really rather be in Goro's dreams.
Maybe the chains would even be fun for once.
He lets himself stew for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. Might as well see what the "wardens" and "Igor" have in store for him this time. Ren grumbles to himself only a little bit as he opens his eyes again, and...
...What?
Ren blinks, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. This is definitely the Velvet Room. There's the desk, the structure is vaguely similar, and he. Well. He just sort of knows it. The vibes are incredibly Velvet Room. 100% blue, 100% weird music, 100% cognitive prison.
Except.
There's no prison decor. He isn't even in a cell. There are a few doors scattered around. Peeling himself off the floor, he realizes he isn't in a prison uniform (he's in his daytime clothes) and there aren't shackles wrapped around him either. And the weird music isn't grating in his chest like the world's worst rendition of Prison Hallway Salsa silently beamed into his soul, it's just kinda...smooth. Jazzy. Soothing. A bop.
The Velvet Room actually feels...
...Nice?
...He doesn't buy it. (Something in him wants to, though.)
Ren turns around a few times, trying to find answers. What's going on here?
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Pulling out his notepad, he clears his throat and says, "Pardon me, but for the sake of science, inquiring minds must know. Are you Ren Amamiya or Akira Kurusu?"
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Hmm. Is it possible? He'll find out soon enough. The odds are slim, though. Very, very slim.
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It's a question for science. Inquiring minds must know.
Of course, Ren's boyfriend has probably told the story of the gas station attendant with far less pride and far more nostalgic embarrassment for how reckless hew as at that age.
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"Well, yeah. It's not like he goes to Shujin naked." Even if that would be more fun. Actually...scratch that thought. He remembered the weird comments the math teacher made that one time.
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And then, immediately, Ren receives a phone call. Funny how that happens.
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"Goro?" He asks, immediately. He's gonna say something else, probably, but the words escape him.
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The younger of the two Akechis watches this and finishes his text to Magpie. This is an interesting development, to say the least.
Shit. This is the man he'll one day date.
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Raven continues watching this. So that's it, then. This is the elusive Ren Amamiya he's heard so much about...
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Keep him talking, he thinks. Talking is good for anxious Akechis, he's learned. Helps them feel more in control of the situation.
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Raven shoots another text out, eying Ren with interest. "It sounds as though you two will need your privacy. ...Honestly, I encourage it. He's been blatantly pining for you for two months."
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Then, the little Akechi speaks, and the words crash into him all at once--
"Two months?" Ren yelps, baritone squeaking. "I saw you, like, five hours ago!"
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A few hours is certainly less worrisome. That he can manage. It means his family isn't worried. It means he hasn't missed any classes. It means... many things. Thank goodness.
"The Velvet Room was always strange with its relation to time. This place is no different, and—"
Dun, dun, dunnnn... dour number four opens, and out walks an all too familiar Akechi. He may look slightly tired, though. He was in such a rush, he didn't think to put on any makeup to conceal those subtle dark circles. "It really is you."
Akechi gulps, pocketing his phone for now. He moves closer, starting slow, but gradually picking up speed. "Ren!"
Do pardon the sudden embrace. Also pardon the thirteen year old watching this all unfold. "...As I said, he's been entirely hopeless without you."
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And now to address the, uh...very much not-an-elephant in the room. Ren turns to the smaller Akechi. "What, no sympathy for the reunited couple?" He jabs back, lighthearted. "Or is someone just jealous?"
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"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I..." Give him a moment. "Please let this be real."
Raven rests a hand on his hip. "What do I have to be jealous of? He is me. Which means that by proxy, you're my future boyfriend."
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"Mmm...don't get too ahead of yourself." He can tell this little guy has a lot in common with his boyfriend, but like. His head already hurts enough from the infodump, he feels like he just pulled an all-nighter with no coffee, he has a boyfriend to comfort... "You can get me caught up on the time paradoxes later."
Right now, he's having a nice moment with his boyfriend who's nearly crying in his arms. Not a lot can reduce an Akechi (or, well, his Akechi, he guesses) to tears, and for as long as two months is, some part of him's surprised that was able to do it. The hand wrapped around Goro's waist comes up to wipe his tears away. No mascara or anything wipes off when he does, which is definitely something considering how preened Goro likes to keep his appearance. His undereyes feel sore and tender to Ren.
Nuzzle, nuzzle. "Are you staying somewhere? We can cuddle up and go back to watching the Featherman reruns you wanted to show me."
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Ren asked a question, didn't he? Right. A place to stay. Featherman. Hm. It sounds nice. Comfortable. A viable option, but...
"There is a place, yes, but I'm not alone there. He is under my care, and, well..." In comes the sheepish laughter. "How do you feel about kids?" It's said half-jokingly, but it's best they address this soon rather than later. It'll help them prepare for whatever comes next.
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A moment for Goro to respond, then Ren takes a moment to process what Goro says. "Not leaving anyone in need behind? That's my Akechi," He grins, placing a peck on his nose. "I was expecting a ring first, but if I said I was surprised, I'd be lying." Pat, pat, pat. Nuzzle, nuzzle, peck. "The hill? You can tell me more there."
This Velvet Room might be nice, but he still doesn't like Velvet Rooms. Like, on principle.
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He reaches up to gently brush his thumb over Ren's cheek, and then he quickly plants a soft kiss on his lips. "Yes. We should give them time to prepare." He sends Raven a quick glance, a quiet 'thank you,' and sends a text to the group chat. Once that's done, he reluctantly pulls back, but in exchange, he'll take one of Ren's hands in his, intertwining their fingers. "It shouldn't be long. All I have to do is think of the location, and it'll take us there."
So, when Ren is ready, he'll lead him to the Inaba door. Just as promised, they should arrive on the hill overlooking Inaba.
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...Prepare? For what? He's curious. It's also a little ominous, but unlike "Igor", Goro being ominous is less "hehehe I'm trying to screw you over" and more "I solved the murder mystery three chapters into the book and I forget not everyone can do that".
"Reminds me of a magic carpet ride," Ren grins, taking the lead and stepping out into Inaba. "Gonna whisk me off into the sunset, o genie?"
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It's Ren's choice. He'll go with whatever makes him happy. That's important.
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