[ With the permission granted, Akira strips out of his sleep wear to pull his clothing on. It's a quick process, punctuated only by another yawn and stretch. By the time he steps back into sight, he looks considerably more human, running his fingers through his hair to tousle it into that slightly messy style he favors.
He grabs his coffee cup again, and the sip he takes is considerably more leisurely, like it isn't a biological imperative to get the caffeine into his body anymore. ]
Whenever you're ready, we can go back down. [ Akira isn't fussed about it, but he imagines Akechi wants to err on the side of caution with his makeup application. ]
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He grabs his coffee cup again, and the sip he takes is considerably more leisurely, like it isn't a biological imperative to get the caffeine into his body anymore. ]
Whenever you're ready, we can go back down. [ Akira isn't fussed about it, but he imagines Akechi wants to err on the side of caution with his makeup application. ]