[ Ah... Akira doesn't mind at all, but he does feel a small hint of spiteful force behind the swing. What did he do wrong this time?! Holding onto his cheek, he follows Goro without question, but does look behind them every so often just in case. When the door even cracks open a sliver, he can feel the piping hot summer air wisp in. It's... Gross. It's even worse when he feels that smoldering heat brush against his wounded cheek.
He grimaces, reluctant to leave suddenly, but they're out. Back under the baking sun, he's already tugging his shirt to get some ventilation going. Right. The person next to him is probably microwaving. ]
I had a lot of fun. [ Sincerely. Running fingers through his own hair, he's trying to force something out of his throat. ] If... you're still free...
[ He wants to ask if they could spend some more time, maybe get some shaved ice or some lemonade. Whatever it takes to counter the heat. ]
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He grimaces, reluctant to leave suddenly, but they're out. Back under the baking sun, he's already tugging his shirt to get some ventilation going. Right. The person next to him is probably microwaving. ]
I had a lot of fun. [ Sincerely. Running fingers through his own hair, he's trying to force something out of his throat. ] If... you're still free...
[ He wants to ask if they could spend some more time, maybe get some shaved ice or some lemonade. Whatever it takes to counter the heat. ]