[No good. The mood's totally shot, and even if it wasn't, that damn robot has a lot of nerve... but if anyone's to blame here, it's Akira himself. He could've salvaged this, he thinks, but there's no turning back once he catches sight of the look on Kurapika's face.
Damn it. He fucked up big time.
Akira swings upright with a heave-ho and a guttering sigh, padding over to the window and tossing it open.]
Man, it's super stuffy in here. You need to do something about that.
[In reality, it's their own fault for stifling themselves in a layer of UST so thick they'd need a dehumidifier to get under control. Parking himself on the windowsill with his legs dangling in the breeze, Akira summons his broom beneath his feet.]
Anyway, I need some air. Good luck with your vacuum problem.
[He's an asshole for tucking tail and running. He knows he is. Nevertheless, Akira hops onto his broom and flies off into the starless night.]
[ He could say something to Akira, let him know that he doesn’t really need to leave, but he doesn’t. Instead, Kurapika watches in silence as Akira sits on the windowsill and summons his broom.
It isn’t until Akira has disappeared into the darkness that he lets out a breath, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Briefly, he considers closing the window, but it really is stuffy in here, so he makes a beeline for his bed, flopping back onto it.
Maybe this is the best outcome anyway. Akira needs to learn his place and stay away from Kurapika, after all. He has no business trying to get in the way of his goals when they haven’t even known one another for that long, telling him that he deserves a new life.
As if Akira could ever know what Kurapika deserves.
He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed. This is a much easier end to his problems. This way, he doesn’t have to do the pushing away. ]
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Damn it. He fucked up big time.
Akira swings upright with a heave-ho and a guttering sigh, padding over to the window and tossing it open.]
Man, it's super stuffy in here. You need to do something about that.
[In reality, it's their own fault for stifling themselves in a layer of UST so thick they'd need a dehumidifier to get under control. Parking himself on the windowsill with his legs dangling in the breeze, Akira summons his broom beneath his feet.]
Anyway, I need some air. Good luck with your vacuum problem.
[He's an asshole for tucking tail and running. He knows he is. Nevertheless, Akira hops onto his broom and flies off into the starless night.]
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It isn’t until Akira has disappeared into the darkness that he lets out a breath, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Briefly, he considers closing the window, but it really is stuffy in here, so he makes a beeline for his bed, flopping back onto it.
Maybe this is the best outcome anyway. Akira needs to learn his place and stay away from Kurapika, after all. He has no business trying to get in the way of his goals when they haven’t even known one another for that long, telling him that he deserves a new life.
As if Akira could ever know what Kurapika deserves.
He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed. This is a much easier end to his problems. This way, he doesn’t have to do the pushing away. ]