[The touch is both an electrocution and a balm; both help clear his head for different reasons. He struggles to pull his mask into place, but can't really succeed. Honestly, Akira doesn't think it even matters right now.
Who cares if his eyes are a window to his heart, when Maruki's trembling with fear that even a person less perceptive than Akira could pick up on?
He nods, though. Breathes out and forces his hand to release Maruki even as every instinct in his brain screams to protect protect protect, and forces himself to walk over to the door and close it with a soft thud.]
...I'm lucky, then, that you weren't carrying that extra shirt around.
[It's punctuated with him fastening all of his locks, even the third one that he doesn't usually bother with. Whoever or whatever did this to him, Akira isn't letting it get in that easily.
And if it somehow tries to force its way in... it'll be lucky if Akira lets it back out. Raoul is hot in his chest, simmering with the sensation of Satanael's gun in his hand.]
If it was an unconscious action, I'm checking you over anyway. We'll wash off the blood in there, if nothing else. [When Akira turns to him, he sounds just a little bit more like himself.] Do you know if you were chased here?
[He's taken the extra precautionary measure... but he wants to check anyway. Maruki might even know, and it's fine if he doesn't, but Akira will still ask. He'd rather have the heads-up now before he's elbow-deep in bloody water.]
kneads u thru it
Who cares if his eyes are a window to his heart, when Maruki's trembling with fear that even a person less perceptive than Akira could pick up on?
He nods, though. Breathes out and forces his hand to release Maruki even as every instinct in his brain screams to protect protect protect, and forces himself to walk over to the door and close it with a soft thud.]
...I'm lucky, then, that you weren't carrying that extra shirt around.
[It's punctuated with him fastening all of his locks, even the third one that he doesn't usually bother with. Whoever or whatever did this to him, Akira isn't letting it get in that easily.
And if it somehow tries to force its way in... it'll be lucky if Akira lets it back out. Raoul is hot in his chest, simmering with the sensation of Satanael's gun in his hand.]
If it was an unconscious action, I'm checking you over anyway. We'll wash off the blood in there, if nothing else. [When Akira turns to him, he sounds just a little bit more like himself.] Do you know if you were chased here?
[He's taken the extra precautionary measure... but he wants to check anyway. Maruki might even know, and it's fine if he doesn't, but Akira will still ask. He'd rather have the heads-up now before he's elbow-deep in bloody water.]