[Not too shabby... There are worse things to say after sex, Aki decides.]
[He can already feel that bit of skin pulling itself together, slowly healing. It'll still be raw and red by the morning but no longer open. Maybe by noon, it'll be healed. For now, he reaches up to wrap his arm around Denji, tugging him into his chest and sliding his other beneath him so he won't simply roll away.]
[His mind is too exhausted, body wiped out by how much more that had ended up becoming. He'd come in here for... What was it, again? He just woke up to his presence, like a phone call in the middle of the night, eyes snapping open on the first ring. But what had he come here for? Why did he start going at him, again?]
[Something is eating at him, and he still doesn't know what. He never knew Denji had the ability to maintain a guilty conscience. He can't remember any time that anything stuck with him. That anything that happened in the past weighed him down enough for it to be this visible. Even with the squabbles they had the year before, before all this happened... Even when they got back from Hell, Denji was the only one who seemed unchanged. Still eating anything that fell onto the floor, still cheery and blunt and unassuming. When did the kid who eats everything begin to be the one fed on from the inside out...?]
You did well.
[He strokes his hair lightly, fingering through the mess. The mess... He's such a mess right now. That devil is going to wake up and smell them and know exactly what happened. Maybe he can manage to wake up in a couple hours and hobble to the bath before she gets up.]
[He sighs and presses his nose to the crown of his head, takes in a slow breath. He smells different now. Less like the outdoors. More like the city. His voice is a mutter.]
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[Not too shabby... There are worse things to say after sex, Aki decides.]
[He can already feel that bit of skin pulling itself together, slowly healing. It'll still be raw and red by the morning but no longer open. Maybe by noon, it'll be healed. For now, he reaches up to wrap his arm around Denji, tugging him into his chest and sliding his other beneath him so he won't simply roll away.]
[His mind is too exhausted, body wiped out by how much more that had ended up becoming. He'd come in here for... What was it, again? He just woke up to his presence, like a phone call in the middle of the night, eyes snapping open on the first ring. But what had he come here for? Why did he start going at him, again?]
[Something is eating at him, and he still doesn't know what. He never knew Denji had the ability to maintain a guilty conscience. He can't remember any time that anything stuck with him. That anything that happened in the past weighed him down enough for it to be this visible. Even with the squabbles they had the year before, before all this happened... Even when they got back from Hell, Denji was the only one who seemed unchanged. Still eating anything that fell onto the floor, still cheery and blunt and unassuming. When did the kid who eats everything begin to be the one fed on from the inside out...?]
You did well.
[He strokes his hair lightly, fingering through the mess. The mess... He's such a mess right now. That devil is going to wake up and smell them and know exactly what happened. Maybe he can manage to wake up in a couple hours and hobble to the bath before she gets up.]
[He sighs and presses his nose to the crown of his head, takes in a slow breath. He smells different now. Less like the outdoors. More like the city. His voice is a mutter.]
Better than expected... I'll teach you more.