"Magic," he whispers softly, to himself. He's not trying to correct Akihito, but so little of that makes sense to him where magic does.
For a moment Atreyun doesn't move. He doesn't look away from the water. "Can you manage on your own?" There's nothing suggestive in his tone. When he does rise up and look at Akihito, it's with nothing but concern. However, he bows his hand and slips out the door to afford him his privacy. No argument on this matter. Which isn't do say Atreyun doesn't have his concerns.
"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?"
While on his own, Atreyun takes some time to explore. Mostly, he's looking curiously at the items on Akihito's shelves and walls: the books, the photos, the cute plushes. While he can read the words thanks to his initial connection with Akihito, the titles mean little to him. Whether they're well-known works or obscure, Atreyun couldn't say. Nor would it matter save to give some indication of Akihito's tastes. Likewise, the faces in the photos are all strangers to Atreyun. Save perhaps familiar resemblance, he couldn't tell who these people are to Akihito. But they're important enough that he keeps their likenesses on display.
It's these things he's pondering when Akihito calls for him. He turns his attention toward the boy and crosses the room to stand before him.
Had Akihito known of Atreyun's exploration of his things, he probably would've tried longer on his own to get undressed. He would've let Atreyun have more time to himself in this new world he finds himself in. He feels a little guilty pulling him away, but maybe he can take Atreyun on a small tour of his apartment and his things later, explain to him who the people in the pictures are and why his shelves are adorned with plush toys.
Sorry for pulling you away, Atreyun.
Akihito looks up at Atreyun and then off to the side, his entire demeanour screaming 'awkward'. His brows pull together and he winces softly as he shifts from foot to foot. "Um, I was wrong," he starts, his voice nearly inaudible. "I don't think I can manage."
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For a moment Atreyun doesn't move. He doesn't look away from the water. "Can you manage on your own?" There's nothing suggestive in his tone. When he does rise up and look at Akihito, it's with nothing but concern. However, he bows his hand and slips out the door to afford him his privacy. No argument on this matter. Which isn't do say Atreyun doesn't have his concerns.
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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?"
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It's these things he's pondering when Akihito calls for him. He turns his attention toward the boy and crosses the room to stand before him.
"I am here."
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Sorry for pulling you away, Atreyun.
Akihito looks up at Atreyun and then off to the side, his entire demeanour screaming 'awkward'. His brows pull together and he winces softly as he shifts from foot to foot. "Um, I was wrong," he starts, his voice nearly inaudible. "I don't think I can manage."