But, hey, Ryuji, some of this might be true, but there are plenty of aspects to living as a human heart in a demon body that aren't exactly swell. Akira's just gotten decently okay at controlling or at the very least handling them, so they aren't particularly evident from the outside. Though some of the impulsiveness that he has, such as what he had displayed just a few moments ago, was definitely when it bled out of whatever containment he imposed upon it.
Akira grins wildly at him as he slowly paddles towards him. He looks remarkably unafraid, unthreatened. Such is another devious side-effect of being a devilman. Go too long without getting your ass sufficiently kicked and you start to under-estimate everyone...
He stays where he is, treading water, when Ryuji dives, still not particularly convinced he'll be able to move him even if he uses all of his strength. But then... there's an odd change in the water, first a sort of reverberation and then a cloudiness of color, one that almost makes Akira think they've been cursed once again and the nastiness of the pool is coming back in full force. He's about to call out for Ryuji to get the hell out of there, which only means he's thoroughly distracted.
Enough so that, when Ryuji rockets upwards with the force of God's Hand out of an aetherial miasma that Akira can't really see through, he has no time to react.
Oh, dear.
He might not have been able to avoid it entirely, but he does twist away from Ryuji with remarkable speed a split second after he impacts (I hate this, Jay), spinning and spluttering and swallowing a whole mouthful of chlorinated water as he does so. A keen eye might notice an odd shift in the tone of his skin, clouding over gray, darker stripes raking over his shoulders and down from his eyes - but, then again, it could just be a trick of the light or his general flailing, because by the time he's treading water once again, he looks normal. Just pressing back down how the demon part of himself had raged against the walls of his more human-looking body after perceiving having been Attacked.]
WHAT THE HELL RYUJI
[He manages it only after he coughs up some more water, his face still locked in a grimace. He looks up to his friend, eyes a little sharper and more devious.] You really wanna escalate like that? You think that's a good idea?
[He will prank you into the ground, dude.
Also, how the fuck were you moving that fast, goddamn, ow.]
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But, hey, Ryuji, some of this might be true, but there are plenty of aspects to living as a human heart in a demon body that aren't exactly swell. Akira's just gotten decently okay at controlling or at the very least handling them, so they aren't particularly evident from the outside. Though some of the impulsiveness that he has, such as what he had displayed just a few moments ago, was definitely when it bled out of whatever containment he imposed upon it.
Akira grins wildly at him as he slowly paddles towards him. He looks remarkably unafraid, unthreatened. Such is another devious side-effect of being a devilman. Go too long without getting your ass sufficiently kicked and you start to under-estimate everyone...
He stays where he is, treading water, when Ryuji dives, still not particularly convinced he'll be able to move him even if he uses all of his strength. But then... there's an odd change in the water, first a sort of reverberation and then a cloudiness of color, one that almost makes Akira think they've been cursed once again and the nastiness of the pool is coming back in full force. He's about to call out for Ryuji to get the hell out of there, which only means he's thoroughly distracted.
Enough so that, when Ryuji rockets upwards with the force of God's Hand out of an aetherial miasma that Akira can't really see through, he has no time to react.
Oh, dear.
He might not have been able to avoid it entirely, but he does twist away from Ryuji with remarkable speed a split second after he impacts (I hate this, Jay), spinning and spluttering and swallowing a whole mouthful of chlorinated water as he does so. A keen eye might notice an odd shift in the tone of his skin, clouding over gray, darker stripes raking over his shoulders and down from his eyes - but, then again, it could just be a trick of the light or his general flailing, because by the time he's treading water once again, he looks normal. Just pressing back down how the demon part of himself had raged against the walls of his more human-looking body after perceiving having been Attacked.]
WHAT THE HELL RYUJI
[He manages it only after he coughs up some more water, his face still locked in a grimace. He looks up to his friend, eyes a little sharper and more devious.] You really wanna escalate like that? You think that's a good idea?
[He will prank you into the ground, dude.
Also, how the fuck were you moving that fast, goddamn, ow.]