Don't you fucking tell me-- [He begins with his vitriol but he's hauled up. However, instead of using the moment to launch another attack he wraps his arms around Akira's back, nails digging into his sides as much as the fabric of his shirt allows.
And well.. RIP to Akira's ears and to all those who might be near because Akechi just screams. Letting out that pent up aggression, hate and frustration out. All that he's been holding in ever since arriving here, without having a way to let them out. He keeps going until his lungs burn and his voice dies out, the tension slowly fading away from his body, leaving him light and gasping for the air.
A moment. And another. Then allows his hold loosen, but not yet letting go.]
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And well.. RIP to Akira's ears and to all those who might be near because Akechi just screams. Letting out that pent up aggression, hate and frustration out. All that he's been holding in ever since arriving here, without having a way to let them out. He keeps going until his lungs burn and his voice dies out, the tension slowly fading away from his body, leaving him light and gasping for the air.
A moment. And another. Then allows his hold loosen, but not yet letting go.]
Stop smothering me.