[ As Megumi is talking, Akira is disrobing, knowing damn well he’s going to transform at some point and release some of that pent up anger that he apparently didn’t completely get out when he first arrived here. His shirt gets discarded on the floor, followed by his tail popping out from over his waist band as he pulls his pants off, already shifting his lower half. The door opens and he says nothing, slamming it behind him.
What Megumi says doesn’t go unheard, though. It’s nice to have someone wait for him, but he doesn’t believe that Megumi was telling the truth.
A few hours do go by but eventually he does come back home— damp with blood and sweat. Traces of sand decorate his pelt when he walks in the door weakly, shutting the door behind him. As he walks in and toward the kitchen sink, he leaves little paw pad shaped foot prints behind. If Megumi is still present, he hasn’t acknowledged him as he starts to rinse himself off in the kitchen. ]
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What Megumi says doesn’t go unheard, though. It’s nice to have someone wait for him, but he doesn’t believe that Megumi was telling the truth.
A few hours do go by but eventually he does come back home— damp with blood and sweat. Traces of sand decorate his pelt when he walks in the door weakly, shutting the door behind him. As he walks in and toward the kitchen sink, he leaves little paw pad shaped foot prints behind. If Megumi is still present, he hasn’t acknowledged him as he starts to rinse himself off in the kitchen. ]