mockmurder byanyother_name

[cellkey]

 Nothing upsetting about this CR.

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[cellkey]

[It's okay... it's okay. He's fine...

The gentle fingers in his hair do have his breath catching slightly, and then... he relaxes, giving Kurama a little smile. Now he can feel the definite presence of relief in the other's body.]

Not too horrible, right?

[byanyother_name]

[He's too tired to call bullshit on you, Akira, why are you like this?

Kurama sighs quietly, but returns the smile. He makes an attempt to sit back up but... well...

That doesn't work out.]

That was extremely horrible, Akira, and you know it. But... it did help.

[cellkey]

Hey, I didn't have anything to do with the feelings themselves. That was all you.

[...noodly Kurama is cute, though. He'll just gently pat his back.]

[byanyother_name]

I'm fairly sure that makes it more horrible, not less. Quite possibly for both of us, given I'm entirely aware you felt the whole thing.

[He sounds tired but coherent. Kurama doesn't bother trying to get up again yet, though. He just curls his fingers gently into Akira's shirt.]

[cellkey]

[He gives a sigh.] Yeah, but... I've got experience with this sort of thing, at least.

I'm just glad I was able to help.

[byanyother_name]

[This snort is calling bullshit no matter how tired Kurama is. No human alive has experience with 1000+ years of repressed pain.]

I want to help you, too, you know...