[Connection, then creampies. At least his priorities are in order for once.]
[Perhaps foolishly, Aki thinks there isn't much to him to understand. He's always been an honest person, to a fault in some cases. He doesn't spare words to spare feelings, usually has a stick up his ass. Denji has seen him at his best and at his worst. Has seen him drunk on the floor and standing over a dozen devil corpses. What is it about him that he doesn't understand yet? Are they that different from one another that he's so alien in comparison? Maybe so - considering how alien Denji feels in comparison to himself.]
Fine. But sleep, before any of that.
[And he'll let him stay on his chest, if he wants, smushed between his pecs that have grown more defined, muscles sharper, body stronger. The only real change outwardly is that his exterior has grown hard and solid, no longer punctured by small wounds and scars leftover. He'd be lying if he said he preferred what it was like before, aching muscles and weary bones... But at least that was normal. At least that was human.]
[He wakes up at some point to the sound of a dog barking outside, snapping at something that passed by its vision at the wrong moment. The apartment is still dark but a glance at the clock beneath the TV tells him it's just after 5. His thighs feel sticky and painful and cramped. Reaching down, he shoves at Denji to push him off if need be, then pushes himself to his knees on the bare floor so he can snag the sheets out from below him. He takes that with him to the bathroom, closing the door behind hismelf and turning on the shower.]
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[Connection, then creampies. At least his priorities are in order for once.]
[Perhaps foolishly, Aki thinks there isn't much to him to understand. He's always been an honest person, to a fault in some cases. He doesn't spare words to spare feelings, usually has a stick up his ass. Denji has seen him at his best and at his worst. Has seen him drunk on the floor and standing over a dozen devil corpses. What is it about him that he doesn't understand yet? Are they that different from one another that he's so alien in comparison? Maybe so - considering how alien Denji feels in comparison to himself.]
Fine. But sleep, before any of that.
[And he'll let him stay on his chest, if he wants, smushed between his pecs that have grown more defined, muscles sharper, body stronger. The only real change outwardly is that his exterior has grown hard and solid, no longer punctured by small wounds and scars leftover. He'd be lying if he said he preferred what it was like before, aching muscles and weary bones... But at least that was normal. At least that was human.]
[He wakes up at some point to the sound of a dog barking outside, snapping at something that passed by its vision at the wrong moment. The apartment is still dark but a glance at the clock beneath the TV tells him it's just after 5. His thighs feel sticky and painful and cramped. Reaching down, he shoves at Denji to push him off if need be, then pushes himself to his knees on the bare floor so he can snag the sheets out from below him. He takes that with him to the bathroom, closing the door behind hismelf and turning on the shower.]