[Akechi, in turn, curls inward toward him, not sure if he's tickled by or just enjoys Akira's fingers climbing up his spine. He draws in a breath, exhales slowly, and lays his head sideways to rest his cheek on his collarbone.]
Relax, you idiot. You'll wear yourself out doing nothing.
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Relax, you idiot. You'll wear yourself out doing nothing.