[Akira was unhurried. It was, in a way, like gaining the trust of an animal that at first wasn't familiar with you; to force such a thing would only widen the gap, but remain unobtrusive and close-by and eventually the amount of time without a negative experience would override in-born wariness and caution and curiosity would get the better of them. The current quiet flaw that existed between them was that the two of them were convinced of their correctness when it came to their views of the world and their situation, and they also believed intrinsically that the other would one day come to see things their own way. It was, in essence, a recipe for disaster, because they were both far too stubborn to budge from any manner of convincing that wasn't world-shattering.
Akira had seen people do some truly terrible things throughout his life, and yet still he believed. It was because often the worst elements of certain people brought out the best in others; it disobeyed the laws of physics, as sometimes a moderate bad deed could elicit a benevolent and considerate reaction which vastly outweighed the original in strength and magnitude. Perhaps it was just how reality warped in his own personal lens, but he'd always seen the truth of it that way.
Perhaps he had simply not seen as many situations where there were fewer heroic people to stand up against what went wrong.
When Akira turns to face Ryo again after having weighed his (quite leading) question, he looks all for all the damn world like the cat who'd eaten the canary. And when he internally remarks upon it by commenting on how he was a smug little shit, it was done so only with the utmost of affection.] Uhh. [He scratches the side of his face, frowning, digging deep into his memory banks. After a moment something clicks into place, and he regards his friend with a wide smile.]
Winter. Back when we were... five? Six? [As he continues speaking his eyes soften, warmed by the reminiscing of happier days gone by.] We bet who would be able to sled down the hill faster. And I beat you. I'm pretty sure that's the last time.
[Now, the thing was, Akira had tricked him. Ryo had been so positive that he would win that they had bet on it, and then Akira asked him why he was so sure, and he'd been mid-way through an explanation of a certain aspect of aerodynamics when Akira had scooted off on a head-start. Ryo simply hadn't been able to catch up after that.
But hey, a win's a win. Starting with a countdown or something hadn't been a part of the bet, or so Akira had insisted. He'd won their wagers so rarely back in those days that he'd cling to whatever win he could record.]
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Akira had seen people do some truly terrible things throughout his life, and yet still he believed. It was because often the worst elements of certain people brought out the best in others; it disobeyed the laws of physics, as sometimes a moderate bad deed could elicit a benevolent and considerate reaction which vastly outweighed the original in strength and magnitude. Perhaps it was just how reality warped in his own personal lens, but he'd always seen the truth of it that way.
Perhaps he had simply not seen as many situations where there were fewer heroic people to stand up against what went wrong.
When Akira turns to face Ryo again after having weighed his (quite leading) question, he looks all for all the damn world like the cat who'd eaten the canary. And when he internally remarks upon it by commenting on how he was a smug little shit, it was done so only with the utmost of affection.] Uhh. [He scratches the side of his face, frowning, digging deep into his memory banks. After a moment something clicks into place, and he regards his friend with a wide smile.]
Winter. Back when we were... five? Six? [As he continues speaking his eyes soften, warmed by the reminiscing of happier days gone by.] We bet who would be able to sled down the hill faster. And I beat you. I'm pretty sure that's the last time.
[Now, the thing was, Akira had tricked him. Ryo had been so positive that he would win that they had bet on it, and then Akira asked him why he was so sure, and he'd been mid-way through an explanation of a certain aspect of aerodynamics when Akira had scooted off on a head-start. Ryo simply hadn't been able to catch up after that.
But hey, a win's a win. Starting with a countdown or something hadn't been a part of the bet, or so Akira had insisted. He'd won their wagers so rarely back in those days that he'd cling to whatever win he could record.]