[God help him, sleepy Akechi is about to be his 13th Reason. He manages to keep a poker face, and nods, moving away when he requests coffee, and laughs softly.]
For tomorrow, yes. I'll bring you some.
[He grabs Akechi's keys and scoots on out, and if he throws the towel off and throws himself face-first into his bed butt-ass naked and screams into his pillow for a moment, no the fuck he doesn't.]
[He comes back in his yukata again, and a fresh pair of underwear, another thermos of coffee in-hand. He places it on a bedside table, locks the door behind him, puts Akechi's keys back in his pocket, and carefully slides under the covers with him.]
[It's novel, that this isn't the first time he's gotten to do this. He only hopes it won't be the last.]
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For tomorrow, yes. I'll bring you some.
[He grabs Akechi's keys and scoots on out, and if he throws the towel off and throws himself face-first into his bed butt-ass naked and screams into his pillow for a moment, no the fuck he doesn't.]
[He comes back in his yukata again, and a fresh pair of underwear, another thermos of coffee in-hand. He places it on a bedside table, locks the door behind him, puts Akechi's keys back in his pocket, and carefully slides under the covers with him.]
[It's novel, that this isn't the first time he's gotten to do this. He only hopes it won't be the last.]