[Grumbling softly again, Akechi moves slowly and actually sits up this time, steadying himself on Akira's shoulder and taking note of the box. He just looks groggy, now, now actively absent and about to fucking die, and he drops his hand from Akira's shoulder and favor of setting his fingers on the mattress and stretching.] I suppose doing my own laundry is out of the picture for a while. [Which is to say, he's not quite 100%, but he's certainly better.]
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[Grumbling softly again, Akechi moves slowly and actually sits up this time, steadying himself on Akira's shoulder and taking note of the box. He just looks groggy, now, now actively absent and about to fucking die, and he drops his hand from Akira's shoulder and favor of setting his fingers on the mattress and stretching.] I suppose doing my own laundry is out of the picture for a while. [Which is to say, he's not quite 100%, but he's certainly better.]