Akira's breath briefly catches, and his own expression softens. For a moment, he completely forgets about everything else. Every part of him, in that moment, wants to find a way to have Akechi giving more of those smiles. To light up in that same way. To just be... happy...
It's after he appears to finally remember to breathe, he looks down at the screen of his phone. He blinks a couple of times, since he somehow managed to forget, for a moment, what these messages are in response to. Heh... his gaze lifts back to the pair, and he actually tenses for a fraction of a second at seeing Akechi's arm sliding around the redhead's shoulders. The way said redhead looks afterwards. But... it's not as though they're something... significant...
He's looking away now.
If Akechi's comfortable enough with this guy, already, then... good for him. He seems happy, and that's all that matters, right? What... the hell is going on. Pardon him as he stares at some random spot off to the side, because he's having to fight one seriously intense swell of desires and urges. And, for a moment, he trusts himself even less than he had when he tried that "hooch" or that red drink...
... and some people have reacted strangely to the red dust...
...
That's... probably a coincidence (because so many things have proven to be coincidences, around here)... ]
I'm sure it is a long story, all things considered...
[ The look he gives the redhead is... softer than he intends for it to be. But it might be clear he's silently demanding something at least remotely resembling a proper explanation, later. But... back to Akechi. His mouth opens for a moment, and then his hands move seemingly on their own for just a moment... ]
And... last time we went through this... I never got to tell you--...
[ There's practically the sound of a record scratching in his head. ]
you say "nerd" like it's a bad thing
Akira's breath briefly catches, and his own expression softens. For a moment, he completely forgets about everything else. Every part of him, in that moment, wants to find a way to have Akechi giving more of those smiles. To light up in that same way. To just be... happy...
It's after he appears to finally remember to breathe, he looks down at the screen of his phone. He blinks a couple of times, since he somehow managed to forget, for a moment, what these messages are in response to. Heh... his gaze lifts back to the pair, and he actually tenses for a fraction of a second at seeing Akechi's arm sliding around the redhead's shoulders. The way said redhead looks afterwards. But... it's not as though they're something... significant...
He's looking away now.
If Akechi's comfortable enough with this guy, already, then... good for him. He seems happy, and that's all that matters, right? What... the hell is going on. Pardon him as he stares at some random spot off to the side, because he's having to fight one seriously intense swell of desires and urges. And, for a moment, he trusts himself even less than he had when he tried that "hooch" or that red drink...
... and some people have reacted strangely to the red dust...
...
That's... probably a coincidence (because so many things have proven to be coincidences, around here)... ]
I'm sure it is a long story, all things considered...
[ The look he gives the redhead is... softer than he intends for it to be. But it might be clear he's silently demanding something at least remotely resembling a proper explanation, later. But... back to Akechi. His mouth opens for a moment, and then his hands move seemingly on their own for just a moment... ]
And... last time we went through this... I never got to tell you--...
[ There's practically the sound of a record scratching in his head. ]
Do... either of you want some coffee?