[It's a little before noon that Kurama is stepping out of the Anger Room. He takes a slow, deep breath as he exits, running his fingers through ruffled and messy hair to neaten it.
He actually startles a little when he sees Akira. With almost anyone else, he might be embarrassed to have it known that he let go like this. That he's releasing some of his iron control.
But it's Akira, who has already seen him, helped him, release over a thousand years of that iron control. So he just offers a small, faintly sheepish smile.]
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Wednesday
Date: 2019-04-04 06:00 pm (UTC)He actually startles a little when he sees Akira. With almost anyone else, he might be embarrassed to have it known that he let go like this. That he's releasing some of his iron control.
But it's Akira, who has already seen him, helped him, release over a thousand years of that iron control. So he just offers a small, faintly sheepish smile.]
Good morning, Akira.