Well, if I'm allowed to do whatever I want with it...
[There's no pattern to these changes that he can see. Probably never has been. Akira has done all he can do with these hands that no longer hold any power.]
I suppose I can choose to cherish it.
[In another life this Akira never lived, someone called him a sentimental fool. For this one, maybe that's still true.
He slides down off of his perch, lands right next to the man nice and easy. From the back page in his notebook, he tears off a little piece and hands it to him.]
My name is Akira. Kurusu is fine, too. [He hands over the scrap of paper where he scratched out his phone contact.] I make too much food sometimes, so it'd be a huge favor if someone was hungry enough to share it with.
[The tone of his voice is so deliberate that it's an obvious lie, purposeful and with meaning.]
no subject
[There's no pattern to these changes that he can see. Probably never has been. Akira has done all he can do with these hands that no longer hold any power.]
I suppose I can choose to cherish it.
[In another life this Akira never lived, someone called him a sentimental fool. For this one, maybe that's still true.
He slides down off of his perch, lands right next to the man nice and easy. From the back page in his notebook, he tears off a little piece and hands it to him.]
My name is Akira. Kurusu is fine, too. [He hands over the scrap of paper where he scratched out his phone contact.] I make too much food sometimes, so it'd be a huge favor if someone was hungry enough to share it with.
[The tone of his voice is so deliberate that it's an obvious lie, purposeful and with meaning.]