[ You've made a true criminal of him, Mona, a rascal and a thief. Akira rests his cheek against the cat-shaped cushion offered him, eyes closing contentedly. A soft hum escapes him that practically sounds like a purr, too. (Cat, and cat.) ]
...It's been four months.
[ For himself, he means. Longer for Haru and Yusuke. He's assuming Morgana wouldn't know, that he'd woken the same way Akira himself had; dazed and haunted by echoes of the Storm. Lonely. (Friends and family gone, life as they know it evaporated within one long and cold blink.)
He finally lets up, arms loosening into a slack circle around his mentor. There's a lot to fill him in on, though it doesn't have to be all at once. He's fine simply basking in his presence, soaking up the beam of warm sunlight cutting through the dour memories of the past month. ]
...Hungry?
[ He remembers trying to feed himself (and others) the first time he'd woken on the Station; it only seems right to do the same for his dear companion. ]
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...It's been four months.
[ For himself, he means. Longer for Haru and Yusuke. He's assuming Morgana wouldn't know, that he'd woken the same way Akira himself had; dazed and haunted by echoes of the Storm. Lonely. (Friends and family gone, life as they know it evaporated within one long and cold blink.)
He finally lets up, arms loosening into a slack circle around his mentor. There's a lot to fill him in on, though it doesn't have to be all at once. He's fine simply basking in his presence, soaking up the beam of warm sunlight cutting through the dour memories of the past month. ]
...Hungry?
[ He remembers trying to feed himself (and others) the first time he'd woken on the Station; it only seems right to do the same for his dear companion. ]