[ And Akira settles down. Akechi's voice is enough to penetrate into his mind, even as asleep as he is; he internalizes it like the beginning of an alarm being worked into a dream. The dream shifts: it's soft colors and muted light and the two of them tangled together on a couch watching something on a television that changes whenever Akira looks at it, as dreams are prone to do.
He exhales, slowly, and burrows in a little deeper. ]
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He exhales, slowly, and burrows in a little deeper. ]