GOLDEN ☼ LIGHT
He's typically built of apathy - silence creasing into the corners of his mouth where the smiles and words are missing. The festival, made up of sun rays, grains of sand between the toes, the cool water washing up on the shores is not necessarily a pace changer for Akise, though it does give him the chance to have his own bit of fun. Fun was singing his younger brother's name down underneath his for a water balloon tournament. Fun is convincing Kei (forcing Kei) to follow him to the event, waving off his complaints and annoyance with an unusual sense of mellow.
"It's fine", he says, tugging harder, pulling them further into the crowd. "Eiko can handle a few minutes without you anyways,"
He's preplanned and devious - from the tight grip he has around Kei's wrist to the neatly stacked pile of water balloons he's left to be found by the both of them.
"I figure you could lighten up a bit, right?" He sneers when he says it - hypocrisies shining just as bright as the sun.
