[So the first day after everything is settled, Ren doesn't expect a response. Akechi obviously went through a lot with the dragon too- he's been asking around, and there were some crazy stories coming out and he's sure they'll be more- and they could both use some time to rest. But by day two he's wondering if it would be too forward to walk over there. By day three he's fully contemplating setting himself on fire.
Was it really just a one-off thing? Was this not something Akechi actually wanted, or-- is he going to tell Ren he never wants to do anything like that ever again? His throat is tight at even the possibility, the thought of having to claw back that happiness, the feeling of Akechi's lips on his, how could he live without that again--
Oh, shit, he's here.
Ren has never been the type to dress up, exactly, but Sumire has at least tried to make him acceptable outside of the basic clothes provided to him. That said, since he wasn't exactly going anywhere, he's wearing a dark and rather loose-fitting shirt, sleeves with more fabric that cinch at the wrist and shoulder and a deep v-neck from the collar- this one devoid of laces and left to expose more of his chest. It's tucked in to tighter, high-waisted pants that hug his hips, long and tucked into boots at the bottom. Even with the tighter pants, there's still room for him to bury his hands in his pockets like he usually does, which he does go back to once he's actually let Akechi in.
As much as the other boy sizes him up, Ren does too, though it lingers more on the details- the braid, the way the tight bits accentuate his frame, how much Akechi looks like a present that Ren wants to carefully unwrap. But he can't say that. He has to be cool about this.
He goes and sits down next to Akechi on his own bed.]
I... kinda figured we should.
[He's removed his hands from his pockets, letting them rest on the bed at his sides, putting just a bit of weight into leaning on them. It leaves his fingers flat, less than an inch from Akechi's leg, and Ren watches it like he's testing the challenge line of a cat about to bite him.]
I'm glad you're okay. After everything that happened, I mean.
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Date: 2025-03-02 07:19 am (UTC)From:Was it really just a one-off thing? Was this not something Akechi actually wanted, or-- is he going to tell Ren he never wants to do anything like that ever again? His throat is tight at even the possibility, the thought of having to claw back that happiness, the feeling of Akechi's lips on his, how could he live without that again--
Oh, shit, he's here.
Ren has never been the type to dress up, exactly, but Sumire has at least tried to make him acceptable outside of the basic clothes provided to him. That said, since he wasn't exactly going anywhere, he's wearing a dark and rather loose-fitting shirt, sleeves with more fabric that cinch at the wrist and shoulder and a deep v-neck from the collar- this one devoid of laces and left to expose more of his chest. It's tucked in to tighter, high-waisted pants that hug his hips, long and tucked into boots at the bottom. Even with the tighter pants, there's still room for him to bury his hands in his pockets like he usually does, which he does go back to once he's actually let Akechi in.
As much as the other boy sizes him up, Ren does too, though it lingers more on the details- the braid, the way the tight bits accentuate his frame, how much Akechi looks like a present that Ren wants to carefully unwrap. But he can't say that. He has to be cool about this.
He goes and sits down next to Akechi on his own bed.]
I... kinda figured we should.
[He's removed his hands from his pockets, letting them rest on the bed at his sides, putting just a bit of weight into leaning on them. It leaves his fingers flat, less than an inch from Akechi's leg, and Ren watches it like he's testing the challenge line of a cat about to bite him.]
I'm glad you're okay. After everything that happened, I mean.