[His brow furrows slightly at Kurama's words before he turns his attention to Akira. That admission... has his gaze softening, eyes flicking to that scar. His lips had brushed over it, earlier, and that wasn't entirely unintentional. It had been a gentle reminder, a thankful gesture that the injury had not been lasting and that Akira was still okay. Emotionally struggling, but physically alright. Still here. As long as he was here, he could heal.
...and the same could be said of Kurama, it seems. You know what? Akechi's going to shift as much as he can without dislodging Akira or making him uncomfortable so he can lean over and wrap that arm around Kurama, drawing him closer. His hand finally leaves the sanctity of Akira's curls to sign.]
He's right. In many ways we are powerless here... But not to open up, just because you think things won't change... I think that's a mistake.
[He's obviously not just talking about Kurama, here... Anyway, he's going to just kind of. Wrap his arms around them both and draw them together for snuggles? Cuddle pile time!
Once they're all fully situated, he signs to Kurama.]
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...and the same could be said of Kurama, it seems. You know what? Akechi's going to shift as much as he can without dislodging Akira or making him uncomfortable so he can lean over and wrap that arm around Kurama, drawing him closer. His hand finally leaves the sanctity of Akira's curls to sign.]
He's right. In many ways we are powerless here... But not to open up, just because you think things won't change... I think that's a mistake.
[He's obviously not just talking about Kurama, here... Anyway, he's going to just kind of. Wrap his arms around them both and draw them together for snuggles? Cuddle pile time!
Once they're all fully situated, he signs to Kurama.]
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