[He hadn't minded the slow start to getting up the previous morning. The water that Ryo had convinced him to drink before passing out hadn't been enough to perfectly combat the sizable amount of alcohol he'd imbibed, and so he'd awoken to a jackhammer pounding against the inside of his brain, pounding behind his eyes. So when even the slightest movement had elicited a murmur of response from Ryo, nestled up against him, he'd remained still. He'd closed his eyes, tried his best to calm the slow-motion riot of thoughts and emotions crashing around inside of his skull, and he'd stolen what little sleep he could until they'd both finally roused from unconsciousness.
In all honesty, that part of the day had been more worth mentioning than the rest of it. Even though his body had seen it fit to punish him for his foolishness with alcohol the night before whenever he'd bobbed up into consciousness yet again, he'd at least had the slow rhythm of Ryo's breathing to lull him, the steadiness of the warmth of his body where they were half-tangled and half-held by the other, the scent of him which he really could not manage to put to words except by just saying it was his. In comparison to this, finally accepting being awake and extricating themselves from one another had seemed dull in comparison. Water had dulled the aching of his head and his body, food had helped the sour feeling in his gut, but he can't say grappling with the serpentine cycle of his thoughts and the confused slush of emotion in his heart had done him much good at all.
So now he's here, having made basically zero headway in his internal deliberations.
He hears the slightest rustle of bedding, and he peeks out over the edge of the bunk to catch the blue eyes peering up at him from the dark, illuminated by the small square of light emanating from the communicator. Akira's have their own glint, though it's more like a cat's eyes caught in a camera; he ducks back into his bed, for some reason finding the avenue of conversation through the communicator a little easier than giving it all a voice.]
@r.asuka yeah @r.asuka as long as you're not tired or anything though
[Though he knew he wouldn't be. If he was needed, Ryo would be there for him; Akira knew this as intrinsically as he knew anything about himself. That, and Ryo barley ever seemed to sleep regardless; with as much sleep as (he assumes) he got last night, he's probably set for a few more days at the very least.
In all honesty, the hurdle that he'd set up for them was something a little uncharacteristic, simply because they usually assumed such a thing wouldn't be the case. But there was a lot of this that was out of the ordinary, slightly uncharacteristic, truthfully unwieldy in unpracticed hands. He remains still up in his top bunk, eyes on the dim screen of his communicator.]
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In all honesty, that part of the day had been more worth mentioning than the rest of it. Even though his body had seen it fit to punish him for his foolishness with alcohol the night before whenever he'd bobbed up into consciousness yet again, he'd at least had the slow rhythm of Ryo's breathing to lull him, the steadiness of the warmth of his body where they were half-tangled and half-held by the other, the scent of him which he really could not manage to put to words except by just saying it was his. In comparison to this, finally accepting being awake and extricating themselves from one another had seemed dull in comparison. Water had dulled the aching of his head and his body, food had helped the sour feeling in his gut, but he can't say grappling with the serpentine cycle of his thoughts and the confused slush of emotion in his heart had done him much good at all.
So now he's here, having made basically zero headway in his internal deliberations.
He hears the slightest rustle of bedding, and he peeks out over the edge of the bunk to catch the blue eyes peering up at him from the dark, illuminated by the small square of light emanating from the communicator. Akira's have their own glint, though it's more like a cat's eyes caught in a camera; he ducks back into his bed, for some reason finding the avenue of conversation through the communicator a little easier than giving it all a voice.]
@r.asuka yeah
@r.asuka as long as you're not tired or anything though
[Though he knew he wouldn't be. If he was needed, Ryo would be there for him; Akira knew this as intrinsically as he knew anything about himself. That, and Ryo barley ever seemed to sleep regardless; with as much sleep as (he assumes) he got last night, he's probably set for a few more days at the very least.
In all honesty, the hurdle that he'd set up for them was something a little uncharacteristic, simply because they usually assumed such a thing wouldn't be the case. But there was a lot of this that was out of the ordinary, slightly uncharacteristic, truthfully unwieldy in unpracticed hands. He remains still up in his top bunk, eyes on the dim screen of his communicator.]