[ ...Did she wake him up? Far be it from her to question someone else's sleep habits (she's the last person who has any right to do that), but it seems a bit off. Maybe Lux was right to be worried about him after all—although she won't know for certain until she goes inside. That might be difficult considering her hands are full. But it's fine.
On his side, all Akira will hear is her shuffling around, a failed attempt at turning the doorknob, and more shuffling before the door finally opens. Lux sticks her heel in, her back turned as she crouches to pick up her tray. How the maids managed to do this gracefully back home is entirely beyond her, but she's committed now; standing up and pushing the door open with her hip, her back still turned to him. ]
I was making myself tea and thought you might like some.
[ It's technically not a lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Lux speaks as she turns toward him, a pleasant smile spread across her lips. ]
I wasn't sure what you like, so—oh.
[ That note of surprise tumbles out before she can catch it, as she catches the change in appearance almost immediately. It's slight, but the shift in eye color is enough to throw her off. Standing there with tray in both hands, Lux blinks almost owlishly at him as she does her best not to stare. That's... Different. ]
[ Her entrance is almost comedic in how much effort it takes, a hint of a smile unconsciously surfacing as Akira rubs the sleep out of an eye. He's about to offer Lux a hand when she manages to make it through the door without spilling her tray, and suddenly all of her attention is on him. Rightly so. Akira is well aware of how noticeably his appearance has changed in the last twenty-four hours. ]
I had an interesting night.
[ The humor in his brief explanation is, admittedly, somewhat forced, an attempt to dispel Lux's apparent shock. Her stare drives home how real it is—not unlike those whispers he heard when he first arrived at Shujin.
Akira sits up fully, moving the pen to rest on top of his journal, eyes following the movement of his hand. ] ... Thank you for the tea.
[ Lux doesn't know him well, but she has enough sense to realize what's going on here. It's more measured in comparison, but his reaction isn't too dissimilar from what she would do. Make a joke to diffuse the tension. Draw attention to how weird your own behavior is.
It helps, but probably not how he intends it. Silently, she takes a small step back—not to retreat, but to gently push the door closed behind her. ]
Of course. Tea is much better if you can share it, don't you think?
[ Slowly making her way toward him, Lux tilts her head slightly, a small, worried frown on her face. ]
[ Tea does sound good, but having someone else around sounds better. Akira can't deny that the itch for company has still been crawling underneath his skin, soothed only with Lux's arrival. He nods, dragging a hand back through his hair, and shifts to leave space on the bed, should she choose to join him in sitting at the edge of it rather than claim the desk chair. ]
[ Setting the tray on the desk, Lux pours two cups—one of which she offers to him, before placing the plate of tea cookies on the vacant spot on the bed. Pulling out the desk chair, she sits across from him, close enough to reach the plate if necessary. They're mostly for him anyway. ]
I don't doubt.
[ She offers a sympathetic, knowing smile to him before hiding it with a sip from her teacup. ]
Sudden changes like that can be frightening. It seems like this place is full of surprises.
[ He accepts the cup with a murmur of thanks. Warmth radiates off of it, comforting, but he doesn't sip just yet, instead picking up one of the cookies. It's only just setting in now that he hasn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. Lux might just be about to see his eating challenge prowess in action. ]
Yeah.
[ Frightening isn't a word Akira would ever choose to describe it, but deep down, it's pretty accurate. ]
At least I finally know where I stand in all of this. [ He hoped he'd somehow lucked out and just been normal for once, but it turns out he's just a late bloomer. ]
[ Those cookies are more for him than they are for her, and even then, Lux eats like a bird. Although, depending on how voracious his appetite is, she might just assume it's due to the changes. That would be frightening...
Setting her teacup down on the desk, she pauses, a hand curled at his lips. He looks almost Vastayan like this, and it's a bit uncanny. Knowing that he isn't in pain and seems to be feeling fine, it's difficult for her to resist her mounting curiosity. Reaching a hand out, she stops short, smiling sheepishly at him. ]
Can I..?
[ Lux you can't just ask to touch someone's ears, where are your manners? ]
[ That curious look is familiar—it's the same one that Akechi wore last night, but this time, Akira manages not to lean away from the outstretched hand. Lux actually asks, though, and after a pause where he briefly dwells on what his life has become that people are wanting to feel his ears, Akira nods. ]
Okay.
[ Most of the discomfort from the rapid transformation has faded, leaving behind not much more than a persistent itch in the spots where the fur is growing in. Having someone scratch his ears actually sounds pretty nice right about now, but he's not quite ready to ask anyone for that yet. ]
[ Lux fully expects him to say no, and has a quick response at the ready. Of course he would say no, asking something like that is weird! But when he agrees, she looks genuinely surprised, and it takes her a moment to stand.
Moving the plate away and taking a seat on the bed next to him, she reaches out hesitantly with both hands to touch his ears. Keeping her hands there, she leans to one side to get a better look. ]
...They don't hurt, do they?
[ They're a lot softer than she thought they would be. ]
[ It's weird, but that's a lot less about the feeling itself and more about the fact that what would normally just feel like a gentle touch to his human ears feels kind of nice to these. It seems it's more than just his hearing that's become more sensitive. ]
Not right now. They did last night, a little.
[ Akira imagines it probably hurt more than he remembers. The feral feeling in the back of his mind was more pressing than any of the physical symptoms were. ]
[ That makes sense, considering they grew this much practically overnight. Still, this is fascinating; and with her mind running a million miles a second, things like proximity don't seem to bother her as much as they normally would. It's difficult to tell what is hair and what isn't, and gently brushing back the hair at the base of his ears, Lux tries to get a closer look. ]
And now? Still nothing?
[ She can't feel anything different (well, except for the fur), but it's better safe than sorry. ]
[ Akira supposes he might be as fascinated if it were someone else's ears, too. Right now, though, he's just going to enjoy the exploratory brushes of her fingers over the fur, putting him as ease. It almost spurs him to shut his eyes, but Akira might just start to nod off again if he does, so he's sure to keep them open and watching Lux's reactions play across her face. ]
Still nothing. I think they're done growing for now. [ Or at least drastically slowed. ]
[ It's easy for Lux to lose track of what she's doing when trying to satisfy her curiosity, and she realizes that she may have overstepped her bounds as she pulls her hands away. Placing them quickly in her lap, she smiles at him meekly. ]
[ There's a sliver of disappointment at the loss of the touch, but Akira masks it behind a smile before she corrects her unintended pun. ]
It actually felt sort of nice. [ It's easier to admit that than any of the truly unpleasant things that have come along with the changes.
He brings a hand up to rub at an itchy spot, the other hand going for another cookie. ]
I can see why some animals like having their ears scratched...
[ Even Morgana liked it from select people, although he always pretended not to. Akira wishes he were here, even knowing that he'd surely have some peanut gallery comments about these changes. ]
[ That isn't the sort of response she was expecting, and as she stares at him briefly with a fluttered blink, it takes Lux a moment to figure out how to answer. She isn't used to this, but something about being told that her touch was nice... it's quaint, in a good way. Especially considering how things were back home. It pulls an unexpected, clumsy smile out of her in return. ]
I guess it's good to know I still have the touch, even after so long.
[ Ah, that makes her a little homesick. Even if it's been years since they kept dogs at the estate, the memory is still bittersweet. Not to mention that Starfire must miss her terribly. ]
[ Lux's stare is a reminder that it might be a weird thing to tell someone, but the smile that soon emerges lets Akira know that she isn't bothered by it.
Her response, though, leaves him curious. It sounds like she has some sort of past experience with animals. ]
[ The question pulls a quietly wistful smile out of her, and as Lux leans forward, she lets her hands hang comfortably at her knees. She stares out into the space in front of her. ]
My father used to keep hunting dogs before he moved to the capital. I have a horse as well, but he prefers apples over affection.
[ Her eyes flick up towards him, as she tilts her head inquisitively. ]
[ With his front teeth slightly larger than they were before the full moon, the way Akira eats the cookie while quietly listening can only be described as nibbling. Lux only speaks a couple of sentences, but it's enough to paint a picture: It sounds like she lived somewhere more open than the larger cities she spoke of before. Maybe an estate? It's far too easy to imagine her with a horse, for some reason.
When the question is turned back on him, Akira pauses, a smile hinting onto his face. ]
I have a cat, but he prefers sushi over affection.
[ He only remembers after it's out of his mouth that she probably doesn't know what it is. From what Akira's heard about Lux's world, so different from his own, it's no surprise that she looks confused by the word. ]
Ah, it's usually... rice and raw seafood, put together so you can pick it up and eat it in one go. [ There's a motion of his hand—maybe he's trying to indicate the shape or size? ]
[ She's posing some surprisingly difficult questions. Akira realizes that sushi is one of those things that he's sort of just accepted it to be the way it is without ever questioning the how or the why. ]
I think the vinegar in the rice cures it a bit. [ Maybe? ]
[ It's something he wishes he could share with her. Akira misses all of the little pieces of home that pop to mind throughout his days here, but it would be that much better if he could spread those things to people who have never experienced them. ]
I wish I could make it. It's like an art back home, though. [ And while his cooking abilities are better than those of an average 17-year-old male back home, he doesn't have any skill in that department.
Speaking of cooking, he picks up another cookie, turning it over curiously in his hand. ]
[ Raw fish on rice is considered art? Now she's really intrigued. It makes it even harder to visualize, but Akira doesn't give her much time to dwell on that thought. Putting on a thin smile, Lux waves a hand dismissively before laughing sheepishly. ]
Oh, no, I don't cook. We always had someone else take care of that for us.
[ There's no use hiding her upbringing at this point. Besides, Akira doesn't seem the type who would treat her any differently, and it would be easier to explain this way. ]
There's a bakery not too far from here that makes them.
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On his side, all Akira will hear is her shuffling around, a failed attempt at turning the doorknob, and more shuffling before the door finally opens. Lux sticks her heel in, her back turned as she crouches to pick up her tray. How the maids managed to do this gracefully back home is entirely beyond her, but she's committed now; standing up and pushing the door open with her hip, her back still turned to him. ]
I was making myself tea and thought you might like some.
[ It's technically not a lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Lux speaks as she turns toward him, a pleasant smile spread across her lips. ]
I wasn't sure what you like, so—oh.
[ That note of surprise tumbles out before she can catch it, as she catches the change in appearance almost immediately. It's slight, but the shift in eye color is enough to throw her off. Standing there with tray in both hands, Lux blinks almost owlishly at him as she does her best not to stare. That's... Different. ]
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I had an interesting night.
[ The humor in his brief explanation is, admittedly, somewhat forced, an attempt to dispel Lux's apparent shock. Her stare drives home how real it is—not unlike those whispers he heard when he first arrived at Shujin.
Akira sits up fully, moving the pen to rest on top of his journal, eyes following the movement of his hand. ] ... Thank you for the tea.
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It helps, but probably not how he intends it. Silently, she takes a small step back—not to retreat, but to gently push the door closed behind her. ]
Of course. Tea is much better if you can share it, don't you think?
[ Slowly making her way toward him, Lux tilts her head slightly, a small, worried frown on her face. ]
How do you feel?
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Better than I did last night.
[ It's a more genuine response this time. ]
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I don't doubt.
[ She offers a sympathetic, knowing smile to him before hiding it with a sip from her teacup. ]
Sudden changes like that can be frightening. It seems like this place is full of surprises.
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Yeah.
[ Frightening isn't a word Akira would ever choose to describe it, but deep down, it's pretty accurate. ]
At least I finally know where I stand in all of this. [ He hoped he'd somehow lucked out and just been normal for once, but it turns out he's just a late bloomer. ]
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Setting her teacup down on the desk, she pauses, a hand curled at his lips. He looks almost Vastayan like this, and it's a bit uncanny. Knowing that he isn't in pain and seems to be feeling fine, it's difficult for her to resist her mounting curiosity. Reaching a hand out, she stops short, smiling sheepishly at him. ]
Can I..?
[ Lux you can't just ask to touch someone's ears, where are your manners? ]
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Okay.
[ Most of the discomfort from the rapid transformation has faded, leaving behind not much more than a persistent itch in the spots where the fur is growing in. Having someone scratch his ears actually sounds pretty nice right about now, but he's not quite ready to ask anyone for that yet. ]
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Moving the plate away and taking a seat on the bed next to him, she reaches out hesitantly with both hands to touch his ears. Keeping her hands there, she leans to one side to get a better look. ]
...They don't hurt, do they?
[ They're a lot softer than she thought they would be. ]
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Not right now. They did last night, a little.
[ Akira imagines it probably hurt more than he remembers. The feral feeling in the back of his mind was more pressing than any of the physical symptoms were. ]
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And now? Still nothing?
[ She can't feel anything different (well, except for the fur), but it's better safe than sorry. ]
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Still nothing. I think they're done growing for now. [ Or at least drastically slowed. ]
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Sorry. I'm sure you don't want me in your hair.
[ ...That wasn't supposed to be a joke. ]
Literally and figuratively.
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It actually felt sort of nice. [ It's easier to admit that than any of the truly unpleasant things that have come along with the changes.
He brings a hand up to rub at an itchy spot, the other hand going for another cookie. ]
I can see why some animals like having their ears scratched...
[ Even Morgana liked it from select people, although he always pretended not to. Akira wishes he were here, even knowing that he'd surely have some peanut gallery comments about these changes. ]
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I guess it's good to know I still have the touch, even after so long.
[ Ah, that makes her a little homesick. Even if it's been years since they kept dogs at the estate, the memory is still bittersweet. Not to mention that Starfire must miss her terribly. ]
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Her response, though, leaves him curious. It sounds like she has some sort of past experience with animals. ]
Did you have pets before?
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My father used to keep hunting dogs before he moved to the capital. I have a horse as well, but he prefers apples over affection.
[ Her eyes flick up towards him, as she tilts her head inquisitively. ]
What about you?
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When the question is turned back on him, Akira pauses, a smile hinting onto his face. ]
I have a cat, but he prefers sushi over affection.
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Looking up at him fully, a quizzical expression on her face, she hums curiously. ]
Sushi?
[ She's not sure what that is. ]
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Ah, it's usually... rice and raw seafood, put together so you can pick it up and eat it in one go. [ There's a motion of his hand—maybe he's trying to indicate the shape or size? ]
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Why would you eat it raw? Do you cure it first?
[ So... like a fish jerky? That makes absolutely no sense to her. Sorry, Akira. ]
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[ She's posing some surprisingly difficult questions. Akira realizes that sushi is one of those things that he's sort of just accepted it to be the way it is without ever questioning the how or the why. ]
I think the vinegar in the rice cures it a bit. [ Maybe? ]
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It's too bad I can't try it myself. It sounds interesting. I'm not sure we have anything like it where I'm from.
[ She still isn't too sure about it, but that doesn't mean she's opposed to the idea. ]
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I wish I could make it. It's like an art back home, though. [ And while his cooking abilities are better than those of an average 17-year-old male back home, he doesn't have any skill in that department.
Speaking of cooking, he picks up another cookie, turning it over curiously in his hand. ]
Did you make these?
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Oh, no, I don't cook. We always had someone else take care of that for us.
[ There's no use hiding her upbringing at this point. Besides, Akira doesn't seem the type who would treat her any differently, and it would be easier to explain this way. ]
There's a bakery not too far from here that makes them.
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