[Morgana chirps softly, the sound not actually words, and moves out from under the stool to sit a little closer, making anxious bees and kneading the air with one outstretched paw. Akechi leans against the washer behind him a little more to keep steady and moves a hand he'd been partially braced on, laying his hand out with his fingers outstretched. Morgana puts his paw in his palm and kneads there a bit, instead.]
[Akechi thinks about the question, closing his eyes and rolling his head on his shoulders slowly, until he's looking more directly at Akira, and he's-- glazed. He isn't really focused at all.] Keep your hands where they are and I should be all right. The laundry still has a few minutes.
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[Akechi thinks about the question, closing his eyes and rolling his head on his shoulders slowly, until he's looking more directly at Akira, and he's-- glazed. He isn't really focused at all.] Keep your hands where they are and I should be all right. The laundry still has a few minutes.