The treasure chest's heavy lid reaches the end of its hinges with a thunk. As soon as Minako begins to lift its contents, however, her sight clouds over in a shade of thick smoke. She feels no movement of teleport, yet she's familiar enough with Tartarus by now to sense when dread claws at her from a different direction. It may look the same upon dissipation of the smog, but she's in a new room.
As she appraises the scanty garment still held in front of her ( surprisingly good stats, considering ), the groaning in her head makes her aware of the lack of radio-like fuzz. Communication is down. Instead, she hears, "What the - !" from a familiar voice behind her, but it's projected away. Akihiko must have been caught in motion by the anomaly and now brought to an abrupt halt. She takes one glance from the high-cut armor to he who still has his back turned as he attempts to take in the new surroundings; she grins. In the next second, she indulges in one of the few blessings provided by the dark hour - auto equip.
"Well!" Minako huffs, and Akihiko hops to turn at the sudden awareness of her presence, "This certainly feels familiar… Though I guess I'm the one wrapped in white this time."
White that completely clings to her, where it exists at all. White that somehow compliments the fair peach tone of her skin. White that looks a bit too much like ling- then he realizes he's staring. He shouldn't be staring. His head turns faster than Edogawa's elixir turns stomachs.
His voice stutters out his surprise, "What are you- why-? …Hey, you promised you wouldn't ever talk about that again!"
"No. I only promised I'd keep it a secret, …and if you hadn't noticed," she begins her saunter forward, "we're completely alone."
Brass knuckled hands hold palms out defensively in front of him, "Which is exactly why we should go looking for the others!"
What a ridiculous priority. They'd been separated how many times now? Practically a weekly occurrence. Twenty minutes to re-rendezvous, tops. Might as well enjoy the first half and let the other two start the search…
"Embrace your desire…" she purrs.
The only dull pulsing in their heads this round would come from each tap of her steps forward on the heels of those boots.
"What?!"
He only meets her gaze to glare. Eye contact remains easy for once as there's nowhere else he'd dare look at her.
"Enjoy the moment…"
She backs him into the wall.
"Arisato…!"
As if pulling out a commanding, father-like voice would do anything but encourage her.
"Pleasure is what you truly want…"
She almost breaks character to laugh as his face fills with red. Almost, because by the time he falters to a pitiful, "C-cut it out…" the barrier of his extremities have moved: He'd grasped at her waist - intending to shove her back. Yet, when he'd felt the soft form of her curves ( made-to-fit gloves could still sense shape that existed when unabated by seams, buttons or wrinkles ), he'd forgotten to push. Minako keeps her confidence from the rush of such a smooth sensation, and locks her arms, too, against the wall above his shoulders.
Now it's their own type of haze - caught in such a stalemate. Blurred waves of air rise from the torridity created as a fool stares down a conqueror, and blue streaks of heat lightning flash out resistance in his struggle. It's a certain type of crackling static… no, no wait. That's –
[Leader, are you alright?]
- too familiar.
The building pressure immediately drops with both of their stances. Minako scowls at some space off in the distance, and Akihiko releases the long breath he'd been holding. He impulsively pulls on the ends of his gloves while regaining composure and readying himself to wander the new hallways; he bids her to do the same - with the only appropriate ending to this little tête-à-tête:
"…Put your clothes on."