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[flyingsolos]

[ It would be pretty odd if he was expecting to find any flying idols today, and said flying idol isn't expecting to find anyone either-- this is practice time, and as much as her shoulder blades are already aching, she'd like to think she's managing longer and higher each time.

But she swoops down now on a pair of golden-orange wings that look to be made more out of some manner of light than actual substance, about to land in the usual spot with a sharp turn--

That's definitely occupied????

With a yelp, Rion quickly adjusts course mid-flight, meaning she thankfully misses Akira and not-so-thankfully bonks right into another wall instead. After hitting an inexplicably existing clothesline draped with (of course) clothes.

That sure is a gracefully descending lump of clothing making a glorious landing on the ground. ]

[purrtagonist]

[a flash of pink, paired with an unfamiliar golden-orange, all hurtling in his direction, has Akira moving immediately]

[with a surprised noise (and with Iwai immediately ducking into the pockets of his cloak for cover), Akira pushes away from the wall and throws himself forward, hitting the ground like a sack of ragged potatoes. it doesn't quite clear Rion's landing spot, though. and it definitely doesn't prevent her from careening off course, getting clotheslined by a. . . uh, clothesline, and running right into a wall. o-oops?]

[he doesn't even take time to evaluate the situation. Akira leaps to his feet with speeds abnormal for a teenager as scrawny and average looking as he and bolts towards wherever the heap of pink eventually landed. yikes]

[it isn't until he's close enough to see her face that he recognizes her]

-- Kugayama! Are you okay?!

[flyingsolos]

[ Rion doesn't answer at first, still beautifully tangled in someone's... striped bed sheets, from the looks of it. It's not as though she hasn't heard him, though it takes a few seconds for it to sink in that-- yes, she knows that voice.

More importantly, she's a little winded, and the wings disappearing don't accomplish much in moving, so for the moment, she just... stays sprawled there.

Before, somewhat hoarsely-- ]

Ow.

[ Nothing feels broken, at least. ]

[purrtagonist]

Ow? That's all you have to say after that?

[Akira crouches down, reaches out to tug at the striped bed sheets so he can disentangle her from same. for the first time since being summoned by Astoria, Akira finds himself wishing he had access to his Personas. one with Dia, at the very least, although he'd much prefer Salvation]

[especially since, uh. his knowledge of first aid is very minimal. he hopes she's only injured in ways he can treat by himself, or he'll have to use his magical apple watch to send a distress signal]

What hurts?

[flyingsolos]

My pride.

[ which is meant to be taken as "I'm fine", even as she winces when she sits up, freed from her stripey prison. ]

My shoulder hurts a little, and I'll have some pretty bruises to match your eyes later... probably. But I should have been more careful-- I'm okay.

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[immediately, some of his concern ebbing away in favor of. . . sass]

My eyes are gray, not purple and blue. Nice try, though.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . more seriously, again, this time reaching out to veeeery lightly ghost his fingers against her upper arm, just in case she needs help standing]

But seriously, nothing's broken? You hit that wall really hard.

[flyingsolos]

You just don't have a poetic soul, geez. But seriously, I'm fine. My wings cushioned me, for the most part.

[ She'll be a tad wobbly when she moves to get to her feet, if Captain Space Infringement insists on fussing. ]

I really need to work on strength, though.

[purrtagonist]

[he does!! but he'll pull back if it looks like she's got herself, pushing himself back to his feet as well. his hands dip into his pockets, head tilted]

Strength. . . and maybe how to make safe emergency landings, too.

[you gave him a heart attack, Rion!!]

[flyingsolos]

That doesn't usually happen... but I guess that it did probably means you're right.

... Ugh, maybe I'll give it another hour.

[purrtagonist]

[????]

You were planning on going up there again after that crash?

[A PAUSE AS HE CONSIDERS THIS. . .]

[actually, you know what]

Nevermind, that's fair. [welp] But waiting an hour for you to recover is probably better.

[flyingsolos]

Isn't that a little too long to wait? My motivation might tank!

[ ugh Akira she's fiiiiine! ]

[purrtagonist]

[I mean, he is not the Responsible Friend, so?? he lifts a hand and pushes his hood from his head, so it falls limp at his shoulders]

I'm not going to stop you if you want to take flight again in less than an hour.

[he doesn't work that way]

. . . but I'll probably stick around just in case you crash again--

[DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY FAITH, AKIRA]

[flyingsolos]

You...

... You're not cute at all, you know that?

[ she's not going to crash!! Again!!! ]

[purrtagonist]

[a twitch of his mouth, and he holds up one hand, waving it at her in a placating manner]

Kidding. You really did kind of scare me, though.

I'm glad you're okay.

[flyingsolos]

...

[ Oh. Thinking back on it, she hadn't seen his face when she'd crash-landed, but he'd sounded really worried, hadn't he? ]

Um... I'm really sorry, Kurusu-kun. I didn't mean to worry you.

[purrtagonist]

[that's because he was, geez!]

Don't. The last thing you need to do is apologize for getting hurt.

[he peers at her and studies her form, trying to see if there are any visible injuries or if she's obviously favoring any pained limbs]

[flyingsolos]

[ She's a little scraped up, plenty dusty-- and she is absolutely gingerly handling her right shoulder, though she's also taking great efforts to avoid drawing attention to it. Very slight twinges of pain tighten the corners of her mouth when she tries for a stretch.

But then she seems to realize she's being watched. ]

You know, you're going to give a girl the wrong idea, staring like that.

[purrtagonist]

[aha. he sure is zooming in on her shoulder, although this time he keeps his hands to himself. his response is dry]

Mmmhm. I can't help it. I'm absolutely captivated by the way you're gingerly holding your right shoulder.

[POINTED LOOK]

[flyingsolos]

[ POINTED LOOK RIGHT BACK. ]

I mean, if that's your turn-on, my lips are sealed. But that's still pretty weird.

[purrtagonist]

It'll be our little secret. You know what else I like?

[he's 100% joking but it's so freakin' hard to tell when he is so blase and neutral. but he eventually turns on his heel, jerking his head to the side to indicate she should follow]

Ice packs for injured shoulders.

[flyingsolos]

... You must be an exciting date.

[ But that seems to be all the fight in her, because after a pause and a sigh, she'll slowly trail after him.

Who knew Akira was a fusser? ]

[purrtagonist]

[he is, just a little! he may not be the type to lecture, or to stop someone when they're super intent on doing something (so long as that something isn't super dangerous to themselves or others), but he does worry. and he likes to think that at this point, he and Rion are friends, so. . .]

Hey, at least now you can say you've gone on an ice-pack fetching date. Cross that one off your bucket list.

[flyingsolos]

Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to do any better than that.

[ ice pack dates are so glamorous??? ]

[purrtagonist]

[JUST]

[huffs out a laugh as he turns a corner, leading her towards the Sparkling Sapphire]

Is there any reason you decided to practice flying around the palace?