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Are there any animals you like? [ More than others. Akira's pretty good at asking guiding questions, but he thinks the problem is that Goro simply hasn't had a lot of experience thinking about his genuine likes and dislikes. Sure, he likes carrots and coffee and doesn't like losing or unexpected physical contact, but that's... not the same as the fact that Akira can list of at least two dozen things that the rest of the Thieves like and dislike without even thinking about it too hard. ]

We can go see those. [ Otherwise Akira really will just lap the whole zoo -- which, to be fair, isn't very large. He gets to his feet carefully, dislodging a few errant pigs as he stands. ]

[It's part of why he's so quiet, actually, because the question was a concept before Akira asked it, and there is one thought in his mind but otherwise he can't really think of anything. He likes foxes, because they're cunning, he dully remembers answering an interview question with that, once. But so much of his interview questions were just... fake, like the rest of him, and he looks at Akira with a stressed sort of expression.]

...my mother used to call me a lion, because of how my hair looked when I woke up in the mornings? [He thinks that means he likes lions, maybe? It's a positive memory, at least. He's also absolutely terrified of having admitted that, just now.]

I don't think they have lions, but they have leopards. Is that close enough? [ Akira offers, knowing it isn't quite the same thing at all. He reaches out to tuck a little bit of Goro's hair back in, trying to imagine the illustrious Detective Prince with bedhead so bad it fanned out into a halo.

It's a pretty funny mental image, but Akira is pretty sure he's definitely the worst off of the two of them when it comes to bedhead. ]

It's not a very big zoo. [ Akira leans in a little closer, taking Goro's hand to start leading him through the rest of the zoo. ] I really just wanted to pet the guinea pigs.

[He's a touch out of sorts now that it's been unintentionally brought to his attention that he doesn't really know things that he likes. He likes bouldering, and cycling, he likes coffee and carrots, he likes Akira. Is that enough? He doesn't know if he has a favorite season or a favorite animal or even a favorite color, and it's not something that's bothered him until this specific moment.]

I'm not very good at this, [He mumbles, self-conscious in a way he isn't sure how to correct.] But leopards are fine, I don't... really think I have a preference.

It's fine if you don't know. [ Akira flashes him a smile, small and warm and reassuring, and squeezes his hand. ] It's still hard for me to separate what I actually like from the things I like because other people do, or it makes them happy.

[ Akira is never fake -- he doesn't pretend to like things for the sake of being cool or whatever -- but it's easy for him to get into the things people around him like. To watch Featherman and play video games and start gardening and brewing coffee.

It's weird to think about the fact that Akira started brewing coffee just to make Sojiro like him, and now it feels so integral to his personality. Does everyone struggle with this kind of thing? He has no idea. ]

But I like you. And I like cute animals. So that's enough to start out, right? Maybe after the zoo we can figure out what animal we liked best.

[ A pause, and then, lighter: ] We'll have to take the guinea pigs out of the running or they're an automatic win.

It makes sense with food, I eat because I have to, so I don't really have to have a favorite food..., I like carrots, but I don't think I could eat them forever, does that disqualify them as a favorite? [He's mumbling to himself, receding slowly into his head until Akira squeezes his hand and he starts, gasping and looking at him like he hadn't seen him for a few minutes.]

[He squeezes his hand back.]

...yeah. Okay.

You're my favorite, but I don't think I could spend time with only you forever. [ He could spend time with Goro indefinitely, but not just Goro. He imagines that once they're allowed to be apart from each other they'll both relish having some time to themselves, actually -- but he can't imagine ever getting truly tired of spending time with him. ]

So I think carrots are allowed to be your favorite. If you ate only carrots you'd turn orange, I think. [ No, like really. He read about it once. ]

[It's strange how that makes it click neatly into place for him. Maybe it's stranger because he can't refute it-- Akira's claim that Akechi is his favorite is just... universally accurate, and he doesn't know what to do with that being solid knowledge.]

[He latches onto the orange thing, instead.] Beta-carotene can turn skin orange if eaten excessively, yes.

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As attractive as you are, I don't think you'd look great orange. [ Akira can't imagine it. He tries, and he absolutely fails. Goro is too attractive to be sullied by the idea of being carrot orange, frankly.

It'd clash with his hair. ]

I'll keep feeding you a variety of foods. And also carrots.

[He would be a weird oompa loompa and that's not a good look for anyone, honestly. He just huffs a vague sort of laugh of a sound, waving him off with his free hand, carding it back into his own hair after a moment, tucking it behind his ear. It's a subtle nervous tic of his, he plays with the ends of his hair when he can't figure out what else to do with his hands.]

I don't eat very much, anyway, don't fuss. All you eat is curry, and that's fine with me.

I eat other things! It's just there's only ever leftovers, and I figured why spend money on food... But we all go out to eat sometimes. [ He offers Goro a smile, because today is kind of that day -- Ann's desire for sweets cannot be contained. ]

If the MetaVerse is back, we probably don't have to worry about money again...

I'm not chastising you for only eating curry, Akira. It doesn't bother me, and I don't mind eating it, myself. It's frugal, and it makes sense given you live above a cafe that serves it, without paying rent, and now with me around also.

[He's.. subdued. Possibly still a little stuck in his head, honestly. When is he not at least somewhat stuck up there.]

You don't cost very much, you know. [ Akira knows Goro's been worried about money this whole time, but Akira -- never has. Prior to being arrested the first time, he lived a pretty normal, middle class life; he never worried about money. With Sojiro, his pocket money was a little tight... until he started squirreling away his MetaVerse winnings. ]

You seem to think you're this big disruptive presence, but you're... not. You're quiet. You're nice to have around.

Maybe not big and disruptive, but having two teenagers in an attic is an uptick in expenses for Sakura, and by extension, you. It's not that I believe either of you mind, overmuch, it's that I'm aware that I am costing money. Even if it was handled by Shido's paychecks, I was paying my own rent, previously, it's not something I can just entirely ignore...

[He's very determined to be aware of himself in any way that could be troublesome. It's hard to say if it's specifically to remind himself of his own detriment or if it's just his way of keeping tabs on his existence.]

I have over seven million yen tucked away. [ Akira offers, casually enough that it seems like it's no big thing, but a little more quietly, because there's no sense in advertising it when he's in the middle of a zoo. ]

If we're going to the MetaVerse regularly, that'll only go up. It's not that I don't think you can take care of yourself, or that I don't want you to be self-sufficient and independent for your sake, but... You just got back. You can take it easy for a little while without having to worry.

[He affords him a vague sort of grin, shaking his head.] What are you, my sugar daddy? I always worry, your squirreled Metaverse riches aren't going to change that.

You'd never let me be your sugar daddy. [ But he would if he could get away with it, just... you know, less daddy-kink and also younger than Goro. The metaphor kind of falls apart. ]

I'm just saying that more than likely we'll be able to get another stream of income while everything gets figured out.

Ah, but you've thought of it. [He leans his weight into Akira's shoulder, closing his eyes and humming quietly.]

...I know. And I appreciate it, in as much of a way that I can, but I've taken care of myself since I was fourteen. It's... difficult to let someone else do it, now.

Well. At least let me keep doing it for awhile, okay? [ Akira leans back into Goro's weight as they walk, and leads him to the cage that has the leopards, which are very shockingly... laying in the sun and purring. ]

I'll never stop taking care of you, but I'll stop fussing quite so much.

[This is a frustratingly stressful conversation for him.]

[He barely notices the leopards, as a result, expression pinched and posture folded, but he stays leaned into Akira.] ...I don't think I have a choice. I don't hold that against you, to be clear.

Okay. Thanks. [ Akira offers it back, and then lifts their joined hands to point at the leopards. ]

They're just big Morganas.

..., Morgana is not leopard-colored.

[But he leans and smiles, just barely.]

Nah, but he sleeps in the sunny spot on my bed all the time. And this spot in Leblanc that Boss hates because 'you can't have a cat on the counter' but he never makes him get off. [ The leopards are not doing anything particularly interesting, so most of the other passerbys tend to take a couple photos and then move on -- Akira lingers, though.

Cute. Fluffy ears. ]

I'm sure Morgana argues that he is not a cat every time. Shame Sakura can't understand him.

[He isn't supremely focused, but it's fine.]

It's for the best. [ Akira can only imagine if Sojiro could hear Morgana's half of the conversation sometimes... though he's pretty sure there's a rumor going around that Akira can actually talk to cats, given the way he interacts with his bag Morgana. Whoops. ]

Even in Maruki's world, when he had a human form, he'd sleep curled up on top of me, and I'm pretty sure he tried to sleep on the counter. One day he'll have to admit he's a cat.

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