[He closes his eyes and for just a moment, he basks in that thought. An apartment, a big bath, a sun room for Morgana. Akira making him fucking bento. He doesn't even know what he's going to do for work, he's only been alive for a month, and Akira is talking about bento and making his coworkers jealous.]
[He turns his head to the side and grasps his elbows, hugging them and pressing his knees together. He sucks in a breath and it's damp, and he hates that, but he grumbles anyway, shifting to smudge damp eyelashes.]
At this rate I'll just shrivel up like the slug that I am, instead.
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[He turns his head to the side and grasps his elbows, hugging them and pressing his knees together. He sucks in a breath and it's damp, and he hates that, but he grumbles anyway, shifting to smudge damp eyelashes.]
At this rate I'll just shrivel up like the slug that I am, instead.