Why'd you start wearing gloves? [ Akira asks, so calmly that it almost sounds rhetorical. It isn't. Akira thinks he knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from Akechi's own mouth, thinks it's better in Akechi's words. He rubs his finger across the leather of Akechi's hand, glancing over at him as he pulls him along Akira's own route through the park at a leisurely pace.
It's a little surreal, with the lights and the stars above them and the quiet sounds of the night -- the roadway, far away; the bugs; the trees.
It'd be romantic, if they weren't both kind of messes. ]
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It's a little surreal, with the lights and the stars above them and the quiet sounds of the night -- the roadway, far away; the bugs; the trees.
It'd be romantic, if they weren't both kind of messes. ]