I have eyes. So what if it's a knick? [ The way he dropped his damaged blade made it seem like he'd pierced a vital artery. And, anyway, Denji just said he'd commit to worrying over him! Isn't fussing part of the deal? ] Let's wash it out with soap. That sword's gotta have rust or somethin' on it by now —
[ Denji's mouth snaps shut as Aki deftly bypasses the heft of his consternation like it's nothing more than a roadblock to swing his leg over, diverting the focus of the conversation to the thermometer. Slowly, the circumference of his mouth widens back open, the outer edges twitching, appearing as if he can barely believe how easily Aki brushes him off.
Except he's not that surprised, the more he considers it. It's really just one more item to add to the list of things he doesn't want to talk about — not with Denji, at least, and that thought by itself is enough to induce an annoying throb between his eyes, the pain of it echoing like a plucked string throughout his head. Ugh, being sick freaking sucks.
Gaze drifting sideways, he snatches the instrument back with a huff and turns slightly away from Aki. ]
I can do it myself.
[ From there, the tip of it gets shoved beneath his tongue as directed. His arms cross, waiting for the sixty seconds to pass. The thermometer isn't on. ]
no subject
[ Denji's mouth snaps shut as Aki deftly bypasses the heft of his consternation like it's nothing more than a roadblock to swing his leg over, diverting the focus of the conversation to the thermometer. Slowly, the circumference of his mouth widens back open, the outer edges twitching, appearing as if he can barely believe how easily Aki brushes him off.
Except he's not that surprised, the more he considers it. It's really just one more item to add to the list of things he doesn't want to talk about — not with Denji, at least, and that thought by itself is enough to induce an annoying throb between his eyes, the pain of it echoing like a plucked string throughout his head. Ugh, being sick freaking sucks.
Gaze drifting sideways, he snatches the instrument back with a huff and turns slightly away from Aki. ]
I can do it myself.
[ From there, the tip of it gets shoved beneath his tongue as directed. His arms cross, waiting for the sixty seconds to pass. The thermometer isn't on. ]