[He's luckily not even considering the tap out system, and even if it were a thought in his mind, he likely wouldn't act on it simply for the fact that it would be needlessly troublesome for all involved parties. He's also more than pliant-- he's veritably putty, unbalanced and wobbly as Akira drags him closer to rest against more of his skin. He's a bit colder, there, the more of him Akira touches, and his breath rattles a little when he inhales sharply at being manhandled, but he settles and doesn't protest, curling his fingers inward toward his palm as Morgana follows to keep his paw there.]

I left my phone on your bed, [He offers meekly.] And I thought I'd be all right until the dryer was through. Do me the favor of requesting she not kick my ass until I'm actually less of a damsel collapsed on the floor of a laundromat, since I don't figure she plans to actually wait for me to screw this up again.