[ Their skin tone is nowhere near similar enough for the concealer to really obscure anything, but if Akira wears the right shirt he might manage to get away with it until they can get something closer to his color. He doesn't know a thing about applying makeup (though maybe it's time for him to ask Lala-chan for some tips), but Akechi seems to know enough for the both of them.
So Akira just nods. He leans forward, dropping a careful kiss to the top of Akechi's head. ]
You can come up if you need anything. There's some ice packs in the freezer if you want them. [ He doesn't get one for Akechi, not because he doesn't care but because he thinks this is a bruise that Akechi might want to keep. It isn't like the one on his jaw, where being practical took precedence; Akira can see the way Akechi presses on the bruise like a reminder.
It's probably a pretty fucked up way to get Akechi to believe he cares, but Akira thinks they've both got a lot of ground to cover before they'll be anywhere near well adjusted. ]
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So Akira just nods. He leans forward, dropping a careful kiss to the top of Akechi's head. ]
You can come up if you need anything. There's some ice packs in the freezer if you want them. [ He doesn't get one for Akechi, not because he doesn't care but because he thinks this is a bruise that Akechi might want to keep. It isn't like the one on his jaw, where being practical took precedence; Akira can see the way Akechi presses on the bruise like a reminder.
It's probably a pretty fucked up way to get Akechi to believe he cares, but Akira thinks they've both got a lot of ground to cover before they'll be anywhere near well adjusted. ]