[ He's tired. He's tired and he's been tired since facing the Kiln last week, and of course the weekend didn't help any. It never does and he expected it, but he hadn't expected the specifics, exactly. And while he recognizes he's not alone and he's made the actions he's needed to just in case, it hasn't completely relieved the fatigue he feels. There are those he trusts still among the living, but there's just something about shooting the piss with people your own age.
Maybe that's mostly his fault, because the people here would probably listen, but Akira doesn't trust easy. The only way he really knows how to bond with people is through his fists, or through similar circumstance. It's actually kinda funny if he stepped back to think about why he's here, right now.
And right now it means he's both half-curling in on himself and half leaning back. He is tired, so tired, but in this moment he's able to breathe out just a little easier. ]
[ He feels that, he feels it so much. Sometimes, carrying the weight of everything around you can be a little too much to bear. It weighs you down and you just get used to it and when you finally get a chance to let it go and-- you realize how tired you are.
He squeezes Akira's hand once more, slightly tugging it, trying to get Akira to look at him.
Let him carry more of this for you, at least for tonight. ]
...huh? [ It takes a tug or two but eventually Akira does look at Bertolt. Would being able to exchange words make this easier, or harder? There's so much he doesn't understand right now, but as much as he can be, he's here. ]
[ Just quietly, without much miming or charades, he just leans forward and taps his forehead against Akira's. There's nothing more there, just another silent offer of companionship. Maybe words would make this easier, but Bertolt is doing what feels right to him. ]
I think I almost felt that one. [ Time for him to get into this with well it can't be called a tap, more along the lines of a bump, but it's not a full headbutt either. ]
[ This is stupid, they're stupid. Of course Akira retaliates, but one thing he's forgotten in the midst of everything else is that he's pretty far into the bottle at this point. He can hold his liquor pretty well, but asking him to do so while literally butting heads is a bit much.
He kinda slumps over half into Bertolt considering how close they are and groans. ]
...rematch. [ Closing his eyes and mumbling more than talking now: ] ...thanks.
[ They really are stupid and that's why this works for them. Unfortunately, Bertolt has to let go of Akira's hand when he slumps into it as both of his arms come up to steady him. If he could talk, he would have let out an embarrassed... well, some kind of sound between a squeak and shriek.
His face flushes even more now with how close they are. But he doesn't let go-- He just leans in again and taps his head against Akira's once more. ]
[ Maybe it's the alcohol that's still running through him. Maybe its knowing that they'll be separated again soon. But seeing Akira like this and he just feels happy. He's making moves to do what he wants to do, to not stand by and just watch things happen. So...
He would say something but instead he leans in again as though he's about to headbump him again and instead just raises his head higher and very lightly presses his lips to Akira's forehead. ]
[ He feels that even through the fog of whiskey, like many things, his blood and instincts are convenient in many ways. But he's also feeling the weight of sleep press down on him too. Whether he saw that is another matter, but an inconsequential one.
There's a soft mn, but that's really all he has when the world is spinning and he's more confused yet assured than he's ever been.
His blood at least, will ensure he remembers this in the morning. But a goodnight kiss is for sleeping, right? ]
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Maybe that's mostly his fault, because the people here would probably listen, but Akira doesn't trust easy. The only way he really knows how to bond with people is through his fists, or through similar circumstance. It's actually kinda funny if he stepped back to think about why he's here, right now.
And right now it means he's both half-curling in on himself and half leaning back. He is tired, so tired, but in this moment he's able to breathe out just a little easier. ]
...fuck.
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He squeezes Akira's hand once more, slightly tugging it, trying to get Akira to look at him.
Let him carry more of this for you, at least for tonight. ]
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You'd need to headbutt me a lot harder than that.
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He kinda slumps over half into Bertolt considering how close they are and groans. ]
...rematch. [ Closing his eyes and mumbling more than talking now: ] ...thanks.
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His face flushes even more now with how close they are. But he doesn't let go-- He just leans in again and taps his head against Akira's once more. ]
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Mn?
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[ Who bothers picking words when you're half asleep. He's not moving at all, and this would be "last chance to say your piece" but looks at ghost. ]
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He would say something but instead he leans in again as though he's about to headbump him again and instead just raises his head higher and very lightly presses his lips to Akira's forehead. ]
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There's a soft mn, but that's really all he has when the world is spinning and he's more confused yet assured than he's ever been.
His blood at least, will ensure he remembers this in the morning. But a goodnight kiss is for sleeping, right? ]
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... I'm sorry for Akira having to deal with sleeping Bertolt at some point because he's not moving and will pretty quickly fall asleep too. ]