[ Aki moves, lifting his hands to cover his ears as the wall goes boom, and he thinks.
He's been staying with Denji almost since the moment he arrived, sleeping in a spare cot or sharing the bed with him. He hadn't thought about the possibility of him getting close to someone else, the idea that he might want to have people over, that he might want to explore things, moving beyond his obsession with breasts. There's a strange, tugging feeling in his heart, the sort that makes him feel... Sour, somehow.
Is he getting in the way?
Denji had mourned his death, even if he hadn't exactly moved on, and Aki being back had caused him pain. Thus far, he's been living his life in the way of someone who knows their life is over and has little meaning, do what he wants, with Denji's approval - Denji seemed to like him spending time with Tsurumaru, spending time with other people, as long as he stayed away from Makima. If his company is doing something to flatten Denji's own happiness...
Lowering his hands, he slips through the now open door into what looks like a dressing room, either for the servants to use or with a secret passage to the kitchen so that food can be delivered swiftly to guests. Either way, it's something new to explore.
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[ Aki moves, lifting his hands to cover his ears as the wall goes boom, and he thinks.
He's been staying with Denji almost since the moment he arrived, sleeping in a spare cot or sharing the bed with him. He hadn't thought about the possibility of him getting close to someone else, the idea that he might want to have people over, that he might want to explore things, moving beyond his obsession with breasts. There's a strange, tugging feeling in his heart, the sort that makes him feel... Sour, somehow.
Is he getting in the way?
Denji had mourned his death, even if he hadn't exactly moved on, and Aki being back had caused him pain. Thus far, he's been living his life in the way of someone who knows their life is over and has little meaning, do what he wants, with Denji's approval - Denji seemed to like him spending time with Tsurumaru, spending time with other people, as long as he stayed away from Makima. If his company is doing something to flatten Denji's own happiness...
Lowering his hands, he slips through the now open door into what looks like a dressing room, either for the servants to use or with a secret passage to the kitchen so that food can be delivered swiftly to guests. Either way, it's something new to explore.
Stepping around, Aki sighs softly. ]
I'll work on it, but I'm not his mother.
[ But... He kind of is. There's no denying it. ]