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are people supposed to feel different here after they've died?
any hidden markings that say "oh, that guy/girl, yes that happened" or a burning inner desire to suddenly haunt things?

nothing too strange like smelling like wet dirt and burnt flesh to everyone else but you, i hope.

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Not unless you're coming with me.

[ -and after a night of no sleep, laying around just waiting for any sign of Akira while panicking over the thought of him-- actually being dead, Agito was less than enthusiastic about leaving the apartment. already, he felt himself shutting down from exhaustion, like just seeing Akira alive was enough to make whatever happened yesterday fade away. it wasn't. ]

[ he stopped with his hand wrapped around a container in the back of the fridge, tilted his head back a bit. ]

Are you okay?

[make the trip outside, to god knows where, searching for a place to eat while enduring highly possible awkward silences because he couldn't picture either of them talking about it much in public, with an even higher possibility of one (or both) of them falling asleep on their food, face first?]

I can make you something after I shower. [cooking might prove to be cathartic, after all. he could use something purely routine.]

[he hesitates a moment at that question. honestly?]

... No.

[ he didn't like the answer, but- it wasn't as if it was unexpected. it'd be weird, if Akira wasn't bothered by his death. if he was okay, and ready to stand himself right back up like nothing ever happened. ]

Alright.

[ after another moment, Agito shoved the fridge closed and just eyed Akira, from across the room. glared, almost. but then his arms were extending out towards him, waiting. it wasn't as if Agito was just going to wrap his arms around him, or anything like that. the invitation seemed like more than enough, to him. ]

[for a moment, Akira thought his eyes must have been deceiving him. but he wasn't going to mull on it, not when Agito could change his mind at any second if he lingered too much.]

[so without dwelling on it too much or giving himself any time to make stupid comments, he goes over to Agito and leans down into the hug. you make it difficult not to cry, Agito, but-- the hug helped, in general, so he swallows back the lump in his throat and takes slow, even breaths to keep himself in check.]

[ on any normal day, he'd have punched, kicked, and screamed to avoid the horrors of hugs and all that came with them. instead, he just made a face, the most displeased of faces, and-- wrapped his arms around Akira. ]

[ there weren't any words, no comforting coos, no-- nothing, but that stupid hug that Agito was obviously displeased with- at least a little bit. he waited, just like that. ]

[it was a perfect hug. actions were always better, and he'd found that sometimes people tended to ramble on too much when trying to be supportive, when really all the person needed was the gesture.]

[this was one of those times, where just knowing Agito of all people was offering a hug, had been so worried-- it was enough. it also meant Agito would probably have to move first if he wanted the hug to stop, because Akira didn't like the thought of letting go just yet.]

[ the hug had gone on long enough-- even if it hadn't been that long, at all. he gave a weak push to Akira's shoulders, trying to get him off. ]

Oi, Akira. Enough.

[ there are too many feelings up in here. Agito doesn't do feelings. ]

[on command, Akira shifts back and-- smooths down his hair. just so that he'd have something to do, since just standing there now sounds like it'd be a bit weird. wouldn't want to make Agito uncomfortable.]

Thanks... I'll try to hurry in the shower.

[and barring anything else, he'll go to get a change of clothes and try to get rid of that laser burn smell, whatever that was.]

[ while Akira smooths his hair down, Agito moved his hands down, wiping at his shirt and the thighs of his pants like he could erase that hug from existence. ]

Hurry up!

[ --and when he's off doing that, Agito went back to-- whatever it was he had been doing before. which included laying on the couch in odd positions with little foxes everywhere. ]

[that hug would never be erased. it was permanently etched in history now as the only good thing that came out of today.]

[the shower was indeed quick, his movements on automatic, because-- what good would it do him to keep dwelling on it, right? at least out in the open. so as soon as he finished, Akira went straight for the kitchen to make some quick steak sandwiches.]

[ Agito didn't bother to move, not even when Akira came back out. he just crossed his arms back behind his head and closed his eye, to doze for a few moments. ]

[Just as well. When the food was done, Akira took a seat next to Agito on the couch and set the plate with the sandwich on his lap before he quietly began to eat his own.]

[ Sitting himself up, Agito grabbed onto the sandwich, and shoved Kira under his opposite arm to keep him still while he bit into it. ]

[After a couple of bites--] Are you making him like you more than he likes me?

[Referring to Agito being all close with Kira there. Gito needed love too.]

Edited 2012-03-27 04:41 (UTC)

No.

[ Which was all the answer Agito was giving. Too busy eating this sandwich and all. ]

[Sketchy. He's on to you.]

[... Too bad this sandwich was pretty damn good, so after a quick skeptical look at Agito, Akira continues to eat.]

[ What. He can hold a fox under his arm if he wants to, Akira. Don't deny a ~~man~~ shark his.. arm warmer thing. or his sandwich, especially since. it's almost gone as it is. by the time he's done with it, there's just the smallest of corners left, which-- is promptly held out to Kira. ]

[ yeah, he might be. ]

[Huff, huff, rude.]

[But he'll just hold his hand out to collect Agito's empty plate; since he is pretty glad they're getting along, especially when Agito didn't even want to touch the foxes at first. He just makes a mental note to shower Gito with extra affection later.]

Anything else?

Go to sleep, you look like shit.

[ At which point Agito grabs onto Kira, and-- holds him up, to Akira. ]

Take this thing with you, too!

... You do too.

[He tucks Kira under his arm and heads back to the kitchen to drop off their plates. Next destination: bed.]

You look worse!

I wonder why.

[S T A R E S]

Go to bed.

I'll go later.

... Alright.

[That said, he gathers up Gito as well and heads to his room for some well deserved-- laying around, since he doubts he'll be able to sleep much for a while.]

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