[ Akira reels back, eyes a little wider than he means for them to be. He should have anticipated that; he'd just... punched Akechi less than twelve hours prior, of course he didn't want to be touched by Akira first thing in the morning. Akira withdraws his hand, using it to rub at the side of his arm awkwardly. ]
...Sorry. [ Akira knows his apologies don't necessarily mean much to Akechi, but he'll give them anyway, especially when he should have seen it coming. He just wasn't thinking. It was too early, too automatic; he's too used to dealing with Yusuke or Ryuji or Sumire, who are all so affectionate and easy to touch and be touched by.
He looks back at the coffee, and decides it's close enough to ready. It's not the same quality that it'd be if he'd made it when he was properly awake, but it's decent enough, and the point is that there's caffeine in it. ]
Do you -- wanna drink down here? [ Akira asks, because he usually wanders up to take his first cup while he sits on the floor of the attic and contemplates the arduous task of getting dressed, but Akechi might prefer something a little more classy. ]
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...Sorry. [ Akira knows his apologies don't necessarily mean much to Akechi, but he'll give them anyway, especially when he should have seen it coming. He just wasn't thinking. It was too early, too automatic; he's too used to dealing with Yusuke or Ryuji or Sumire, who are all so affectionate and easy to touch and be touched by.
He looks back at the coffee, and decides it's close enough to ready. It's not the same quality that it'd be if he'd made it when he was properly awake, but it's decent enough, and the point is that there's caffeine in it. ]
Do you -- wanna drink down here? [ Akira asks, because he usually wanders up to take his first cup while he sits on the floor of the attic and contemplates the arduous task of getting dressed, but Akechi might prefer something a little more classy. ]