[There's a flicker of... something, when it seems like Akira is about to resist, but it's there and gone in a second. Once Akira draws his arm away, Akechi lifts himself back up to his feet, readjusts his clothes, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He then glances at where the notebook still sits on the floor, expression unreadable.
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I'll see you tomorrow.
[Don't mind him as he proceeds to head towards the door. Bye.]
[stop him, Akira thinks to himself, don't let him just walk away--]
[but despite the way those words echo in his mind, he doesn't move from his position on the floor, doesn't tear his gaze away from Akechi's back as he walks away, doesn't open his mouth to say anything at all. and when Akechi is gone, he just]
[sort of flops over onto his back, arms splayed at his sides, as he stares at the ceiling like a man staring into the abyss]
[WHAT CAN OF WORMS DID HE UNWITTINGLY RELEASE. . .]
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I'll see you tomorrow.
[Don't mind him as he proceeds to head towards the door. Bye.]
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[but despite the way those words echo in his mind, he doesn't move from his position on the floor, doesn't tear his gaze away from Akechi's back as he walks away, doesn't open his mouth to say anything at all. and when Akechi is gone, he just]
[sort of flops over onto his back, arms splayed at his sides, as he stares at the ceiling like a man staring into the abyss]
[WHAT CAN OF WORMS DID HE UNWITTINGLY RELEASE. . .]