"Magic," Akihito agrees. There's something about science being practically indistinguishable from one another right? If you don't understand the science, it can seem like magic. Well, he's sure that he barely understands the science better than Atreyun, truthfully. But he's going to learn about it. He has a general understanding from school, but not enough to properly explain it. And he wants to be able to explain it to Atreyun. Or find someone else who can.
"I think I can manage, yeah." He leans over to turn the water off with his free hand, the other still covered by the sweater pathetically hanging from his wrist. Despite that, he nods his head as though to further reassure Atreyun that he can handle this on his own. He watches as Atreyun leaves the bathroom before looking down at himself, down at the clothes he has to try to get out of. He spends some time doing just that, looking down at himself. Breathing. Inwardly trying to hype himself up to start moving. It sounds daunting. It shouldn't. It does. Because of those guys, he has to plan out his every movement. He has to talk himself into it and brace for it. He hates that. He hates them.
Over the next few minutes, all Akihito really manages to do is to get his socks and sweater off, and unfasten his pants. He finally got his sweater off by stepping on it and gently tugging his hand free, and employed a similar method for his socks. Anything beyond that and undoing his pants feels like it takes a wider range of movement than he's capable of right now. Stepping out of his pants, getting his shirt up over his head, it sounds impossible.
Slowly, Akihito shuffles toward the bathroom door, stopping just on the outside of the doorway. "Atreyun?"
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"I think I can manage, yeah." He leans over to turn the water off with his free hand, the other still covered by the sweater pathetically hanging from his wrist. Despite that, he nods his head as though to further reassure Atreyun that he can handle this on his own. He watches as Atreyun leaves the bathroom before looking down at himself, down at the clothes he has to try to get out of. He spends some time doing just that, looking down at himself. Breathing. Inwardly trying to hype himself up to start moving. It sounds daunting. It shouldn't. It does. Because of those guys, he has to plan out his every movement. He has to talk himself into it and brace for it. He hates that. He hates them.
Over the next few minutes, all Akihito really manages to do is to get his socks and sweater off, and unfasten his pants. He finally got his sweater off by stepping on it and gently tugging his hand free, and employed a similar method for his socks. Anything beyond that and undoing his pants feels like it takes a wider range of movement than he's capable of right now. Stepping out of his pants, getting his shirt up over his head, it sounds impossible.
Slowly, Akihito shuffles toward the bathroom door, stopping just on the outside of the doorway. "Atreyun?"