[He's perched on all fours, veritably poofed outwards like an alarmed cat, the actual cat of the group just sprawling and stretching out to be as long as he can be, yawning with a squeak.]
[Akechi relaxes in fractions as he identifies familiar things. The shelf in front of him, the mattress, Akira, Akira's voice.]
[He sinks into an odd human loaf shape on the floor, idly reaching to the back of his head.] Not gross enough for me to care at whatever hour it currently is. [The sun is up, so that's... promising, at least.]
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[Akechi relaxes in fractions as he identifies familiar things. The shelf in front of him, the mattress, Akira, Akira's voice.]
[He sinks into an odd human loaf shape on the floor, idly reaching to the back of his head.] Not gross enough for me to care at whatever hour it currently is. [The sun is up, so that's... promising, at least.]