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."
It's really no trouble. Atreyun's curiosity about Akihito and his life will keep. What has his current interest is Akihito's body language. Of course it makes sense that he feels achy and stiff; he's very freshly bruised and battered. But there's something other than pain that seems to be causing him discomfort.
Ah, that's right. Humans are modest.
Atreyun crosses the threshold to stand before Akihito. Those dark eyes look over him, not with any ill intent, but simply to gauge what he's still wearing and how to get him free of it. "Can you lift your arms?"
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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."
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Ah, that's right. Humans are modest.
Atreyun crosses the threshold to stand before Akihito. Those dark eyes look over him, not with any ill intent, but simply to gauge what he's still wearing and how to get him free of it. "Can you lift your arms?"