[ Akira is close to recovering completely till Goro goes for the kill. At first he pretends to preen himself with these compliments... Until it goes on. If he were in better shape, he would deal out a response without fail, but now he’s thinking over those words. They’re ringing in his ears; the more he hears it in his mind, the most lost and embarrassed he feels. His chest feels tight as he feels a swell of uncertainty and kindle of warmth.
He opens his mouth only to close it on a soft filler (uhm is the word). His eyes dart elsewhere, avoiding eye contact as best as he can. ]
You’re such a sap.
[ It’s in a quiet voice that would usually be glazed over if it weren’t for the dead silent room. He isn’t blushing just yet. ]
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He opens his mouth only to close it on a soft filler (uhm is the word). His eyes dart elsewhere, avoiding eye contact as best as he can. ]
You’re such a sap.
[ It’s in a quiet voice that would usually be glazed over if it weren’t for the dead silent room. He isn’t blushing just yet. ]