[He purses his lips together into a thin line, giving Akira no answer. The thermos is awkward turned around in his hands until his rival leaves the bed. Only after he's gone back to the kitchen corner does Akechi open the lid and take small sips of the warm beverage.
It's not the best that Akira's done. The quality definitely suffered from sitting overnight on his night stand but strangely enough Akechi doesn't complain. In fact, he can feel regaining some of his strength after each sip, color slowly returning back to his face.
He doesn't say anything for a while, allowing an awkward silence to fall between them as Akira busies himself in the kitchen.
Then, after what feels like an eternity, Akechi clears his throat.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 01:53 am (UTC)It's not the best that Akira's done. The quality definitely suffered from sitting overnight on his night stand but strangely enough Akechi doesn't complain. In fact, he can feel regaining some of his strength after each sip, color slowly returning back to his face.
He doesn't say anything for a while, allowing an awkward silence to fall between them as Akira busies himself in the kitchen.
Then, after what feels like an eternity, Akechi clears his throat.]
I'm sorry about last night.