[Said over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom. If she's quick, maybe she can make it back out before he naps? Even if not, that's okay. There's just such an incredible lightness to her step, and she can't stop smiling as she finally strips her skirt off (will definitely need to be washed) and steps into a cool shower. Zero intent to wash her hair with the boy shampoo, but a quick sniff of the soap confirms that it's neutral enough not to smell weird.
...And, well. There's no point putting her dirty clothes back on until it's time to leave, right? So she frowns at them before rinsing her panties in the sink, checking her skirt for stains, and hanging both of them up over his shower. Forgive her for just being in his towel as she re-emerges, hair freed from its ponytail, to check his status. Great, but tired?]
[Honey you're gonna have to shower real quick if you want to beat him falling into unconsciousness. He makes a tired mental note to look after fruit-scented shampoo that might be more girl-friendly, mulling over the idea in an odd daze until he drops the fuck out still laying on top of the sheet.]
[He's fuckin' zonked, but she's more than welcome to make off with his yukata or just hang out naked in his room.]
[She absolutely doesn't make it back before he passes out, but she will crawl into bed beside him, wrapped in the towel, and carefully rest her head on his shoulder. She is always ready for a nap, especially if there's someone with her; hopefully the feeling of her arm, a little chilled from the cool shower, doesn't wake him up as she wraps it gently around his waist and curls up against him in preparation to take her own nap.]
[It doesn't wake him completely, but he does shift to accommodate it. He's gotten pretty used to cramming himself into one of the Inn beds with Akechi, at this point, so the presence of another person doesn't rouse him, but he does subconsciously make room.]
[He's also definitely still freeballing with no pants on, but, it's fine.]
[Listen, this just means neither of them are wearing clothes, considering all she's got on is his towel. There is at least that little barrier between them, for what it's worth.
She's too wired to fall asleep immediately, but it's nice just to lay next to someone, listen to their heartbeat, feel the rise and fall of their chest. It's relaxing. In some ways, it kind of reminds her of being on the roof with Aigis. Her smile against his chest is a little bittersweet, but eventually, she lets herself close her eyes and drift into a light doze beside him.]
[Don't bother Akira. It would go over Akechi's head.]
Impatient, huh
Give me ten. I'll just have to make a few things clear with the doctor first.
[Like make sure she's comfortable and doesn't snoop around ok? He's gentleman when in mood.
But anyway, he's there knocking on Akira's door just about in ten minutes. He's all dressed up in his more casual-business outfit that he wears outside, looking rather tired. Oh yeah, the ponytail's up, too.]
always. imagine there's a winking face here, okay? because i'm winking.
done! tell her i say hi and also thanks for kicking you out of your room so you have to come take refuge in mine.
[Ten minutes well spent-- Akira takes a super fast shower, so his hair is still wet when Akechi arrives, and his room is spruced up a bit. He opens the door and grins, looking him over, and immediately reaches out to run his fingers through his ponytail.] Is this because it's hot or because you know I like it? [Cheeky.]
[he swats the hand away. they're still in the hallway!! Anyway, he doesn't wait for the invitation and just walks in. It's.. almost bizarre that this is his first time visiting Akira's room, while back in their own world he was the one who kept bombing the other with visits. How have the tables turned and so on.
Though once he's inside, he does smile back at him.]
But it does sounds like there might be some other uses for it than just keeping my hair out of my face.
[His room is simple, not unlike the attic above Leblanc-- though smaller, obviously. He has a collection of old-fashioned coffee things on the table in the kitchenette, a slightly expanded wardrobe, and all of his trinkets from his summer road trip with his friends hanging from pegs on the walls or otherwise displayed. His bed is made, his shoes some degree of organized near the doorway, and he laughs off being swatted away from Akechi's hair. His glasses are folded and set on a bedside table.]
[His eyebrows disappear into his hair at the comment.] Is that a euphemism, coming from you?
[His eyes quickly scans around the room. It does look very much like of Akira, he thinks. The room in the attic had also been in a good balance of controlled chaos. It was more cluttered than what Akechi would ever allow his own room to be, but still organized and clean enough to be comfortable. But it's not his space so he's not going to comment.
He takes off his shoes and places them next to Akira's before he walks inside the room, eyes lingering at the keychains and other trinkets hung up on the wall.]
Relax. It's nothing serious. [Mostly just a joke about having another leverage over Akira.] However, I do need to cut it. Too bad I can't really trust any of the local barbers here.
[a small smirk] I see you've made an attempt to groom yours. How flattering.
[He sticks his tongue out, petulantly, and then tilts his head.] Suggesting you trusted someone in Tokyo? I'm shocked.
[A chuckle, and his tongue goes right back out.] Hey, fuck you, I groom myself just fine. [He brings his wrist toward his face and pantomimes licking it, like a cat.]
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