[He's going to look like a puffer fish tomorrow, he is not leaving this attic unless it's in sunglasses and a hat, and he's reasonably sure they have neither. He would suggest one of Sojiro's, but not only would he look horrendous in a fedora, he doesn't want to have that discussion even a little.]
[He purses his lips and then tsks softly, sighing and settling down to lay on Akira's chest again, grumbling softly. Ineffectually. He shifts, craning himself at an angle to kiss the line of Akira's jaw, absently.]
I think we've both broken how anything is supposed to work, at this juncture.
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[He purses his lips and then tsks softly, sighing and settling down to lay on Akira's chest again, grumbling softly. Ineffectually. He shifts, craning himself at an angle to kiss the line of Akira's jaw, absently.]
I think we've both broken how anything is supposed to work, at this juncture.