[ To this day, he knows he's still strange enough to ward others off. That is life. He has mostly accepted that.
Still, this feels nice... A lot nicer than cuddling with a cat all the time, no offense. It's difficult not to be lulled to sleep when they're huddled like this. Akira allows himself to close his eyes for a bit, reassuring himself that he won't fall asleep to the comforts of someone's company. He reminds himself his cat is out, that he has to remember to bring him in, that they have to head home eventually—they can't sleep at the park. ]
I should be the one surprised. I thought you were always popular, even as a kid. Who would pass up playing with Prince Charming, Goro Akechi?
[ Goro is handsome now, pleasant personality, full of compassion, and cute in the past based on those family photos. Children probably flocked to him, asking to be his friend, inviting him to join them in a game of tag or something. Akira can somehow imagine it, an image so crisp and clear.
He catches himself being disillusioned by outer appearances... He has already weaved a perfect picture for Goro without knowing his past or anything about it. Instantly, he squashes his assumptions. There's a small nudge to the side of his head, just a little nuzzle. ]
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[ To this day, he knows he's still strange enough to ward others off. That is life. He has mostly accepted that.
Still, this feels nice... A lot nicer than cuddling with a cat all the time, no offense. It's difficult not to be lulled to sleep when they're huddled like this. Akira allows himself to close his eyes for a bit, reassuring himself that he won't fall asleep to the comforts of someone's company. He reminds himself his cat is out, that he has to remember to bring him in, that they have to head home eventually—they can't sleep at the park. ]
I should be the one surprised. I thought you were always popular, even as a kid. Who would pass up playing with Prince Charming, Goro Akechi?
[ Goro is handsome now, pleasant personality, full of compassion, and cute in the past based on those family photos. Children probably flocked to him, asking to be his friend, inviting him to join them in a game of tag or something. Akira can somehow imagine it, an image so crisp and clear.
He catches himself being disillusioned by outer appearances... He has already weaved a perfect picture for Goro without knowing his past or anything about it. Instantly, he squashes his assumptions. There's a small nudge to the side of his head, just a little nuzzle. ]
Sorry. I would have played with you.