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INTRO LOG #2
INTRO LOG #2
Put a Sock in It
Content Warnings: Disorientation, memory loss, confusion
Themes: Arrival, survival, exploration, horror
You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.
Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits. By the time they’re through, you will have begun to come back to yourself.
A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.
Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, a child hugging her leg, and a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.
This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. You may ask one question and receive one answer.
Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in-between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message. Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid.
Now, you're to settle into your new home – with or without the help of those who have come before you.
The Place Inside
Content Warnings: Disorientation, hallucinations, body horror
Themes: Plot, exploration
Have you been to hell. And more importantly, have you been back. We all know this pain but are too scared to recall. This horror controls us, pulls at our strings to ensure how our life plays out. So, let me rephrase my question: have you been to Ile Lacrox. And more importantly, can you come back.
In the community, if you hear something you're not supposed to hear, you learn to look the other way. If you see something you're not supposed to see, you pretend it never happened. If you feel disappointed, you learn to never ask for more. So, through good times and bad, famine and feast, the natives held fast to their rules until one common day a sly wind blew in from the south...
That same red dust twists through the streets, curling up in faint, little plumes of familiarity. The farther south you go, the thicker it becomes. Those willing to explore far enough will find it coming from an island in the middle of the river. Once there, doting every available surface is the evidence of Sound Eater births, and the closer you are to the island, the harder it is to avoid being coated in red. Even if it's not rubbed into the skin, it doesn't take long for the effects to take over. Every sound is amplified. Your breaths are deafening, the slightest step echoes. But no Sound Eater attacks. Your vision blurs, and it's as if your mouth is sealing itself shut. Those you traveled with seem to be similarly affected, and you know you have to be quiet. Anyone who brought supplies with them might discover that a drink of water subdues the symptoms.
OOC: Only characters who entirely submerge themselves in water will be free of the dust effects. Just remember that noise will attract Sound Eaters.
Liplocked
Content Warnings: Violent tendencies, mind alteration
Themes: Love, romance, obsession, sex
The natives are of French origin, and with that comes a love of romance. Residents will find treats and valentines at their doors. That same night, there will be a small, red-glowing fire built near the fountain. There will be jars pressed into the dirt and filled with a sweet, red liquid. Some natives can be seen drinking it and being very affectionate with one another. Anyone who drinks this is inspired to show endearment or lust to others, and it will wear off after sleeping.
There's also the noticeable addition of a new arrival. They came through the Reset Room just like everybody else. They understand the rules and follow them to a tee. They are the perfect example of what the natives want in their residents. They are charming and captivating. They say nothing, and they don't have to. When your eyes meet, you feel seduced. There's a nervous flutter in your stomach. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Pounding, constricting. They smile and then turn away.
As they're walking, you notice you're not the only one looking at them, and in their expression, you see your own mirrored. What started as sweet infatuation and longing dissolves into a jealousy unlike any you've ever known. All you understand now is that to win their affections you have to come out on top—so you're the only one they see. Your actions are not your own, but they're still yours.
OOC: There are two ways to break the "spell". Your character fights it out with someone else who is feeling the same way OR they're approached and physically touched by someone who isn't affected by the newcomer. A third of the community will be completely unaffected (everyone else is affected unless the player is uncomfortable with playing out the scenarios). The newcomer can be of any gender the player wishes. For those partaking in drinking, the players can choose what effects it has; it can inspire feelings of lust or boost paternal/maternal instincts or devotion towards friends.
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time 2 defrost hell................... and akira is gonna feel so awkward after this jfc
Akira tilts his head as he briefly studies the older teen, his expression softened in brief curiosity. But... it doesn't take long to remember their last conversations, and something immediately swells up within him: a need to figure out how to keep that smile intact... to see him genuinely happy.
Ever since he consumed that drink, he's been feeling a strong urge to hug just about everyone around him - he was able to shove it down... There isn't an especially strong bond with any of those people, after all. But... he can count the number of times he remembers being hugged on one hand.
But, aside from the urge to hug, he really wants to go and personally reassure every single person here. To tell them they're all going to get out of here just fine, and that he'll fight to protect every single one of them.
And there are so many people he's lost, some even right in front of his eyes. Losing Makoto hit the hardest, since he arrived here; her still not being here, still being... gone? Needless to say, he's had some super long nights of staring up at the ceiling.
No more... Please let him find a way to stop all the deaths at the hands of these things... It's possible he could lose Akechi again--
Naturally, he doesn't speak, but something in his expression might make it obvious there are a lot of things he'd rather say with his voice. He settles for using his hands: ]
I miss just sitting and talking to you, you know...
[ It's as though someone's pressed a button in his brain, deactivating the filter on all the nicest, most affectionate, neediest thoughts he's ever had...
His actions, too, apparently. Because, without too much of a warning (aside from how slowly he does it), he's stepping forward and gently wrapping his arms around Akechi. ]
... you mean freeze hell over...?
And then he's moving forward and for a moment, Akechi isn't certain what's happening, but as he realizes, his eyes widen... For a moment, he loses his breath and stands there in Kurusu's embrace, cheeks turning a nice shade of pink.
And then, slowly, he reaches up and hugs him back. Except... his grasp quickly becomes tighter as he leans into this affectionate gesture, and even... tucks his face into Akira's neck.
It's so nice... so nice to be able to hug him like this, and yet...
He doesn't really deserve this...]
it froze over the moment they were smiling
And to think he only knows what he's been told...
What else is the older teen holding inside him? What more has he endured? He knows where the downward spiral really began, but what exactly went on between the death of his mother and him finding his father...
... His arms firm their hold, an overwhelming degree of compassion flooding him just long enough; he presses his forehead down against Akechi's shoulder.
As the thoughts, the questions, the pondering on just how he could possibly guide the older teen onto a better path all flood his mind... he starts to pull away just a little. To pull back for the sake of typing something to Akechi. But another impulsive urge slams into him, and he's turning his head just enough-
-his lips brush against Akechi's cheek...
Cue his eyes briefly widening. He eases out a heavy exhale, expression softening. H-heh... That was... an accident, right? It was... the drink.......
... Lying to himself never works in the end. There's a reason he's not outright pulling away. There's a reason he's been so hung up on this. He's not that kind of stupid - he knows exactly why he's been doing it. This drink is just tearing down walls that he built between them, for the sake of protecting them both. Everything that happened... can't just be forgotten and instantly forgiven.
Not to mention, Akechi... can barely stand being around him for longer than necessary...
It's as he's trapped in those thoughts, he doesn't even notice that he's gently pressed a hand against the older teen's cheek. And, even when he does notice, he doesn't remove it. ]
fair! p5 spoilers~
He's leaning into this, making the most of these precious moments, when Kurusu begins to pull away, and then—
There are lips brushing against his cheek. His breath catches a little.
... surely, that was a mistake?... even so, for a few seconds he forgets to breathe, eyes widened and blush darkening a bit... but... Kurusu doesn't seem to be reacting that strongly himself, s-so... surely that's reason enough to believe—
... heh. As if he really needs to convince himself that much it was just a mistake. Why the hell would Akira Kurusu fall for his would-be murderer? Why would he fall for Goro Akechi, a pathetic waste of space, a sorry excuse of a human being, who tried to kill him not once, but twice?
Get it together, Ake—!
And then his hand is on Akechi's cheek and his breath catches a little again, the faded blush renewing slightly... but he doesn't say anything (heh, of course), just... nuzzling just a little into Akira's neck. He won't find it easy to break from Akechi's hold, either.]
my un should be "purrsonafive" and urs should be "walkingspoilers" bc that's them together always
Some part of Akira had expected Akechi to shove him away; he’d been bracing himself for that, so to have the opposite happen? He’s staring down at the ground, his eyes just a little widened. But all of that seemingly melts away as the older teen burrows his face into his neck. His expression softens a little more, his hand slowly lifting to briefly thread his fingers through those lighter locks…
… It reminds him a little of something his mom did when he was a kid, once.
Normally, thinking of his parents gives him a variety of negative feelings, but even that is different now. Heh… he should probably be concerned about that, and yet all his focus is how nice this feels. For once, Goro Akechi is leaning on him. Relying on him for comfort, instead of blaming him for everything…
… It’s okay to be selfish just this once… right?
Akira closes his eyes, leaning more against the opposite form, both arms now fully wrapped around Akechi. He pulls him closer, his head lowering until his forehead rests against his shoulder…
Just let me help you… ]
honestly yeah
... for the first time in a very, very long time... things just feel... right.
He finally does pull away, and it feels like far too soon, but... with a slightly hopeful gaze at Akira, he gently tugs his wrist. And if he allows himself to be led? He'll lead him back towards the house in which he's residing...
It's not that he suddenly feels self-conscious, but rather... well... he wants to cuddle more properly? He knows this feeling won't last, after all, so he might as well make the most of it. Might as well soak up every drop of affection he can steal from this moment, before he takes it away from himself.
... heh, who would've thought that this would be one of the reasons he hates himself...?
Either way, once they get to the house? He directs him towards the master bedroom, and he belatedly realizes what this might seem like... his cheeks turn pink, but he continues to stubbornly lead Akira inside before he seats them down on the bed.
... okay, now he's very red. Awkwardly, he signs.]
I just wanted to cuddle more.
[Good job, Akechi.]
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Akira stares briefly in surprise as his wrist is taken. He lets the older teen lead him away, though something flutters in the pit of his stomach as they wind up in the bedroom?? What...
There's something endearing about just how red Akechi is, as well as just how awkward he's being once they're seated. Akira ignores the bit of additional warmth within his own face; he gives a reassuring smile while twisting a strand of bangs. ]
I wouldn't try anything without permission. And a few dates.
[ It's-...
That was supposed to be teasing. A joke. His expression did not represent either of those things as he signed the words. And even he's not sure it was one - oh, who is he kidding? It wasn't a joke. He glances to the side before pressing a hand to the back of his neck.
After a moment, he looks behind him at the bed... then back to Akechi.
With a brief tug to Akechi's hand, he moves to lie down on the bed before tugging the other young man down to lie in front of him. ]
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He would certainly like to know, because last he checked, there wasn't anything.
... still, he goes willingly with Akira, looking into those steely eyes for a moment. Getting lost again... his expression softens. Such a wonderful boy. Such a sweet boy. Such a kind boy.
Wasting his time on trash like him...
Why, Kurusu?
That question keeps coming up. Why is he trying so hard? Why does he let himself be hurt, time and time again?
He isn't worth it. He isn't worth this hassle.
Why can't he see that...?]
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Why won't they at least dim down enough to not cause him pain over this guy? Why do they affect his judgment so much, lately? Though, honestly, he doesn't remember them being quite this overwhelming... Usually, he can ignore it all, when in a remotely healthy state of mind. Usually, the feelings aren't so... warm and fuzzy.
But, that's... not what feels even remotely important, right now. Right this second, he's distracted by the way he's being stared at. His cheeks darken as he stares back, heart picking up its pace a little-- a lot...
Akira forces his breaths to remain steady, but little good it does him since he's lacking in all self-control. He isn't going to up and kiss him... again, but one hand does lift to gently rest on the side of Akechi's face. He lets a small smile tug at his lips. ]
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It flutters in a way that's unmistakable. When that hand alights on his cheek, there are butterflies in his stomach, heart beating like a hummingbird's wings as his own cheeks darken a bit, and that small smile... The way that it lights up his entire world...
It's definitive proof that he can't ignore... that he can't reason away or shove down. He thinks he might actually be physically hurting a little from just how badly he wants Kurusu in this moment.
His hand comes up and lays over Akira's, pressing it to his cheek as he slides his eyes closed. He wants this... he wants this to be real. He wants something good with Kurusu, something like this, void of sharp words, hard blinks and a heavy tension lingering in the air. Something like this, just the two of them, leaving their past behind them for good and embracing the future together.
... why can't he just let go?
His brow creases and he lets out a tense breath, and— his eyes are stinging a little, actually...?
No, no, no... that drink is supposed to make people feel good, right? So why...?]
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Especially when Akechi's hand covers his own. His breath slips out a little heavier than he intends... He watches the older teen's face for a moment, eyes searching his expression. There's something... beautiful about it. That thought is something between confusing and painful. Knowing he hasn't been able to do anything to take his pain away...
His own eyes close for a moment before leans forward and lightly presses a kiss to Akechi's forehead.
Then, he scoots closer. Their bodies are slightly pressed together as he scoots up a bit, arm sliding under Akechi's neck. He pulls him closer, his other arm draping over the opposite form's waist. He pulls him even closer, chin resting against the top of the other young man's head. ]
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Why?
A knot is forming in his throat and the pressure in his eyes is rapidly becoming too much to bear, but still, he tries to hold it in... but the way his face is crumpling, though he refuses to open his eyes, is extremely telling of just how he's feeling right now.
Why, why, why, why? He doesn't understand. He's a miserable wreck of a human being, a flaming dumpster fire, a murderer with too much blood on his hands, and he's nothing he's worthless he's cursed he's trash.
He doesn't fight when Akira comes closer. Doesn't fight when he slips one arm under or the other around him. By the time Akira's chin has settled on his head, the tears are already sliding out, his shoulders shaking, tiny sniffs escaping him.
Still affected by the drink he had earlier, he gently moves forward and nuzzles into Akira's shoulder. The hand on Akira's cheek trembles... though, some of the touch is lost due to the glove... so he allows it to recede, pulling back just enough that he can slip off the gloves. The hand then resumes its place on Akira's, a bit hesitantly, but then warmly, the thumb reverently stroking over Akira's hand, even as he still cries.
Some of the tension leaks out of his face, and he allows his eyes to open, though he can see nothing from this position. All he can feel is the warmness in his eyes as more tears fill up, slide down and wet Akira's shirt.
Finally... he brings his other hand up, gently clutching at the other boy's shirt. His heart is hurting, but right now... he is completely pliant in Akira's arms, and he closes his eyes once more, relishing in this warm, fleeting, stolen moment.]
throws a ball of paper at you... and pretends my sick tags aren't totally horrible
Something tugs at him - his chest tightens in an unpleasant way, even as he has Akechi wrapped in his arms. He isn't thinking about this being the result of that drink. He isn't thinking about their pasts. He isn't thinking about the way things played out between them in their short time here.
All he's focusing on, at least for the time being, is how glaringly obvious it is that Goro Akechi is someone who's in a lot of pain. Like anyone else, he deserves a break from it all, even if Akira can't begin to figure out how to provide that reprieve. He can only do what he can - he's no miracle worker, no saint, no therapist...
He's just some guy who's trying his best right now.
Right now, his best is just to let that hand rest against his face, while his arms remain firmly around the opposite form. He turns his head a little to try brushing a kiss against Akechi's palm. The hand on the older teen's back begins to gently slide up and down. ]
shhh they're beautiful
He sniffs some more, then brings his legs up, curling as he shifts closer to Akira... as close as they can possibly get. He knows he doesn't remotely deserve any of this, and yet he's starved for it. Starved for these gentle, caring touches, for the warm arms around him, for the soft lips grazing his skin... He feels like he could never have enough of it.
He wants for this moment to last forever. That the drink never wears off, that he's able to just be with Akira without those usual thoughts and grudges tormenting this. This is so much better, so much easier... so why is it so hard for him? Why is he hurting him, over and over and over again?
Why can't he stop...?
He nuzzles into his shoulder, taking deep breaths, closing his eyes once more as he just dismisses those awful thoughts for now, and focuses on that soothing hand running up and down his spine.]
plz
Akira's releases a gentle exhale, letting his hold turn somehow more... protective. He'll give in completely... for once. Let them just have this one moment. This break. He's genuinely tired of fighting, and this seems to be doing some bittersweet good for Akechi.
The homes are some level of soundproof... and he doesn't want to unwind his arms. Honestly, without the influence of this drink, he'd never ask something like this - not without a dating status... or even a really good friendship one...
But his whisper is a tiny bit hoarse from a lack of using his voice. ]
... Can I stay the night?
[ Considering how things are, he imagines it's a mutual want - to let the feeling last as long as possible. A momentary accepting of the need for positive physical contact.
... Heh. Never mind how things will probably go back to normal, starting tomorrow. The blame game, the guilt, the pain... ]
what's that? talk more about alex's beautiful tags? ok
There is a moment where he twitches just a little at the voice, having grown unused to sound, and even more used to the scares accompanying them. But he doesn't move from his spot or scorn him.
Instead, he answers back. His voice isn't quite as hoarse, having used it within a soundproofed room earlier that day. It does crack just a bit, though.]
I truly don't understand you, Kurusu.
[... that's not a "no".]
throws another thing at???
At least... not in their current states.
In any case, he moves to press his forehead against Akechi's head, eyes closing. He won't risk saying anything else for the time being, and he's it's a considerable number of minutes before he gently releases the opposite form. One hand brushes against the older teen's cheek before he sits up. ]
So we are clear... [ sign language doesn't make for easy use of words like "we're" or "they're" and all that ] ... do you want me to leave?
[ He's giving the hint of a teasing smile; yes he is playing on how Akechi said he doesn't understand him. Though, said teasing comes with him gently brushing his fingers through the other young man's hair. Also he might be sliding off his glasses with some level of nonchalance. THIS IS TOTALLY UR LAST CHANCE TO STOP HIM AKECHI.
Nah, it's just to clean them for a moment. While they're sitting in his lap, he looks back over to Akechi. He tilts his head at him for a moment. Honestly, without the glasses in the way, his view is always better - the thick frames aren't in the way, and whatever stray particles wound up on the lenses aren't annoyingly blocking the tiniest of details.
Plus no glare is kind of nice, and moisture in the air doesn't fog the lenses? Heh... he really could go without them here, couldn't he? And yet...
... Well, anyway...
He might be distractedly studying Akechi's face, for now, warmth and fondness in his eyes as he brushes any and all stray hairs away from it. ]
dodges and poses
A soft noise of disapproval slips from his throat when the younger man shifts away. The caress to his cheek feels nice, but why'd he stop...?
He gives a slight huff at that tease; really? He sat up for that??
His eyes narrow, a petulant quality to his expression that doesn't soften even with those gentle touches. He gives another huff, and... reaches up with his hand, grabs Akira by the front of his shirt, and insistently tugs him back down before curling into him, hand firmly anchored in the shirt.
Does that answer your question?]
omg akechi
He sat up to take his glasses off! Which he's hurriedly grabbing as he's yanked back down. His breath catches the tiniest bit as he's pulled so close again, his cheeks darkening just a little. Akira's exhale is the tiniest bit uneven as he wraps an arm around the opposite form...
An almost entirely silent laugh slips out within a breath. He holds his glasses so Akechi can see them, wiggling them a little for a gentle kind of emphasis. He gestures over his own shoulder with his thumb after his fingers securely curl around said glasses. He just... wanted to set them beside the bed??? Sleeping in them is a bad idea?
Granted, there is a small, fond smile on his lips all the while. Clearly someone found this whole thing... kind of really cute. It made him feel... wanted. And damn if his chest hadn't seemingly swelled a little in appreciation. ]
akechi do what he want
... but no, he'll let him go and draw away. Mainly so he can sit up instead on the side of the bed, arms coming up...
... wait, what is he doing?
Oh. There goes the vest, which he neat folds up. Annnd then the tie... his shoes...
... hm.
He turns to Akira to sign:]
How far would you be alright with me undressing? I'd leave my boxers on at least, of course...
[He isn't body shy, despite the numerous scars that litter his body underneath the clothes, and, well... it felt really nice, when they touched their bare hands together... and he'd imagine their bare bodies pressed up together would be even better...?
He flushes a bit at the thought, but... doesn't take the offer back. If anything, he seems... hopeful?]
u heathen
... And this is definitely not what he'd expected to see happening after setting his glasses down. He simply... stops moving as he watches Akechi for a moment. The question is very briefly forgotten after he hears the sentence afterwards. Just... his boxers?
Holy shit.
There's a very short pause where he twists a strand of his bangs... and then he signs: ]
You're free to undress as much as you're comfortable with.
[ Should he have expressed more shame? Should he have had more hesitation? Yeeeeeah... he doesn't even care how this seems. At all. In fact, there's the flash of a small grin - it's short-lived, but it's... fond. Warm. And yet a bit like the grin he'd wear in the Metaverse. Annnnyway...
He's very casually sliding out of his own shirt before he begins to slowly fold it . Guess who else isn't body shy. ]
a bit yea
But just as he starts to undo his shirt, he notices Akira taking off his own, and now it's his turn to pause and stare, to see the lean muscle underneath... to watch the way they ripple underneath the skin as he moves and o-oh that... that hot feeling is... getting stronger...
He turns away before he reacts in any more incriminating ways... and unbuttons his shirt, folding that off to the side, and then his pants.]
I'll be right back. I'm going to brush my teeth, first. You're free to join, of course.
[... what do you mean, this is an excuse to go into the bathroom and give Akira a nice view of his backside? Dental hygiene is important!!]
heATHEN......
... even down to earning a stare.
He notices how Akechi has to look away, and there's another small grin. Until he sees everything come off of Akechi - it's his turn to pause his own actions. He watches for a few seconds, and then removes his own pants. Honestly, if he had his sleepwear, he'd be wearing that... but these pants are genuinely uncomfortable. And... okay, so... he can't deny he kind of just really wants all the clothes off. He wants--
... Akira doesn't finish that train of thought. Partially because it's distracting, and partially because Akechi is distracting. His eyes do, in fact, follow the other young man. Brushing teeth... right... that is a necessary thing. Never mind he doesn't have his toothbrush on him? He can at least... rinse his mouth, or something. Maybe there's... mouthwash he can use?
Either way, he's following Akechi. He will hold a blink before stepping into the bathroom. Maybe, at the very least, he can wash his face with some cool water? Granted, an entire shower would be preferable. ]
yes we already established this
That single word goes through his head as he watches Akira walk in behind him with the mirror. Watching all those muscles move... he has to pay attention to brush his teeth, but oh he is genuinely enjoying this.
And there's nothing that says he can't check Akira out while he brushes his teeth.
Once he's done and washed his mouth out, he uncerimonously offers Akira... the exact same brush.]
Here. [A deceptively calm smile.] Unless you're afraid of catching my cooties.
[...well, if it's not taken he'll set it down with a shrug. Otherwise? He'll smile and go over to the towel rack to wipe his face clean, while using the position to get a view of Akira's back.
Very nice.]
huffhuff
... In any case, he. Genuinely didn't expect to be offered that toothbrush, so pardon the blink and the momentary stare.
After opening and then closing his mouth, he does reach out and take said toothbrush. He, uh. No, he is not afraid of "catching" any "cooties" from that mouth. His mind has already provided other ways to do so. ]
Thanks...
[ While quietly releasing an exhale, he does walk over to begin brushing his teeth, and trying very hard not to think too hard about it. Goddamn it, that drink really was a bad idea. There are way too many things going through his head, and he's having to focus hard on thoughts of fuzzy kittens.
Cute... fuzzy kittens, and not what it would be like to turn around and pin Akechi to the wa-- goddamn it.
Once he's down, he leans to rinse the toothbrush and his mouth.
With a quiet, calm breath, he walks over and wipes his mouth. The toothbrush is then being placed in the place he remembers Akechi taking it from. His eyes are carefully remaining on Akechi's face. ]
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