[It should instill fear. It sounds like more of a threat than a statement, and there's something so terribly menacing in that glare. He's in a house without Morgana, so far from all of his most beloved friends, with two people he's still deciding if he should trust - one because a seed of doubt lingers, and the other because it's already been proven before that trusting him could be fatal. And now, in the midst of it all, someone is here - how did he even get inside - that may not mean him well.
He should be afraid. He should be on guard.
And yet.
The two other people that live in this house... Akira may have difficulty trusting them, but they've never stopped being important to him. Even if one of them he met for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago.
And so, Akira's body does not become tense - it relaxes. Akira's face does not close off - it becomes almost unbearably soft.]
...You know them. You know both of them, don't you?
[His voice is soft, too - relieved. Maybe just a little bit sad, if one were to really listen hard for it.
His death grip on the mug loosens, and he straightens out of where he'd slouched against the counter as he was startled. The heat on the stove is turned off, at least for now.]
You're right. I'd like to know your name.
[His fingers still itch with the desire to clean, there's a mess there- but he waits. Akira forces himself to wait, just for a moment, because he wants to look at him when he says his name.]
tightly shuts my eyes
He should be afraid. He should be on guard.
And yet.
The two other people that live in this house... Akira may have difficulty trusting them, but they've never stopped being important to him. Even if one of them he met for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago.
And so, Akira's body does not become tense - it relaxes. Akira's face does not close off - it becomes almost unbearably soft.]
...You know them. You know both of them, don't you?
[His voice is soft, too - relieved. Maybe just a little bit sad, if one were to really listen hard for it.
His death grip on the mug loosens, and he straightens out of where he'd slouched against the counter as he was startled. The heat on the stove is turned off, at least for now.]
You're right. I'd like to know your name.
[His fingers still itch with the desire to clean, there's a mess there- but he waits. Akira forces himself to wait, just for a moment, because he wants to look at him when he says his name.]