Shut. Up. [He groans, voice pained and strained. It takes probably about thrice as long as it normally would for them to make it to the top of the stairs. Akechi is out of breath, his feet wobbly and he is clinging on Akira as if his life depended on it. If he was any less proud he'd ask Akira to carry him..]
Okay. [Just end of the hall, right? He can do this. After another brief pause he keeps going, feeling his wound scream at every step.] Keys. Hurry.
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Date: 2023-07-17 02:01 am (UTC)Okay. [Just end of the hall, right? He can do this. After another brief pause he keeps going, feeling his wound scream at every step.] Keys. Hurry.