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[makejapangreat]

[. . .?

... oh, the guilt and panic... he... still can't control his emotions projecting, can he?

He shakes his head gently, and manages a weak, half-hearted smile as he sits down on his bed.]

The fact that you're expressing concern for me, and are still here trying to help me... alone, far outweighs the effects of your powers.

[beguiledcard]

[ The words have him blinking in surprise - not the worst surprise, but there's definitely some there.

It tugs at something deeper, more insecure, more uncertain... For a moment, there's only pure awkward shyness and longing to just - be enough, as he is, even with his newly formed hindrance.

Letting himself believe that his presence alone is just that valuable to a guy who used to walk all over others, though...?

His cheeks darken, and he immediately begins to internally bristle. Awkwardly, he glances away. ]

T-tch! Not as though my ability to help is super-........

[ ... Try as he might, he can't stop that train of thought in time; the reminder of how stupid he'd been, when trying to protect the others from his own emotions. So far, nothing good has come of having them--

... Stop. ]

In case you haven't noticed, I have a long way to go, too. [ still blushing, still frustrated ] But it's true. I'm worried about you, and I want to help.

[ THERE... ]

[makejapangreat]

[...ah. That's cute... that reaction somehow brings up a bittersweet feeling. The smile on his face strengthens just a little bit, before it fades away at the words. He's... worried about him. He wants to help.

It still feels surreal...]

You've helped me plenty, Akira. It's my own fault that I—

[His brow draws together... and then he shakes his head before looking at his Device for the time.]

... it's late. Why don't we save this for the morning?

[beguiledcard]

[ His expression softens the tiniest bit. ]

Everyone screws up sometimes. That's how we learn...

[ But there's a small nod at mention of saving it for the morning. ]

Sure...

[ There's a brief pause, and then he tilts his head, twisting a strand of his bangs. ]

Want to have breakfast together?

[makejapangreat]

[He manages a bit of a smile at that.]

I haven't practiced making any breakfast foods yet, really, except for rice...

[beguiledcard]

[ His eyebrows go up a tiny bit... and then his tone turns into something teasing. ]

You won't be able to say that anymore, starting tomorrow. I don't do rice for breakfast.

[makejapangreat]

[Well, that earns a bit of a curious look, but he doesn't try to refute it, and instead nods.]

Does 9 AM work for you?

[beguiledcard]

[ There's the sliiiightest frown threatening to surface, but he manages to keep it mostly concealed. He nods. ]

You had me worried it'd be something like 4 AM, or however early most people your age like to wake up.

[makejapangreat]

[A pointed eyebrow raise.]

Five was my usual alarm.

[beguiledcard]

[ A dramatic gasp... and then something playful enters the air? ]

Guess I shouldn't be surprised, considering you were there with the dinosaurs.

[makejapangreat]

[He gets up, moving towards the bathroom. Without missing a beat:]

I'll see you at eight AM, then.

[beguiledcard]

... Guess I can't say I don't deserve that one.

[ INTERNALLY GROANING??? ]

But, okay, fine... Eight AM, it is.

[makejapangreat]

[There's just a touch of an amused smile on his lips.]

Goodnight, Akira.

[And into the bathroom he goes.]