[okay. . . well. with that response in mind? he twists a bit to face her, reaching out to her with his free arm, hand resting on her shoulder. sorry for interrupting that bloodwork prepping but THIS IS IMPORTANT]
[and then, with one hand braced on her shoulder. . . he pushes himself up, arm sliding behind her neck to draw her towards him in the most awkward hug that still somehow manages to be extremely tender and gentle]
[As caught up in her task as she is, him reaching out to touch her is an odd surprise, even more so when he pushes up and...
...
Oh. This is...
...]
...Akira? I...
[...
It's almost frightening, how comfortable his embrace already feels to her, and yet still carry an odd sort of fear, an uncertain emotion that knots her throat and makes processes run so fast that she can hardly think.
...
Her tension under his arm slowly unravels, the needle put aside so that she can slip her arms around him, forehead resting against his shoulder.]
[he can only hug her with one arm, since the other is no effectively pinned at his side, but. . . this is enough. it says for him what words cannot, conveys emotions that can't yet be described]
[he gives her a gentle squeeze, and doesn't yet pull away, even as he mumbles]
. . . I want to believe that they're still themselves, too.
That underneath everything, they're still the people we know and trust. [. . .] So whatever you're doing, whatever experiment you're trying-- I hope it works.
[because he does believe that whatever plan she's concocted that requires the usage of his blood will be for the good of everyone here. in some form or fashion]
[...She'll give a nod against his shoulder, humming softly, the weight of her head a little heaver against the crook of his neck as she relaxes.]
I don't doubt it at all. When Hunter was caught... I spoke with Beau for a little while. She said that she was still able to feel Hunter, the real Hunter, even after he turned... he was still scared and guilty and unable to fight.
They're still people. Just... not in control of themselves as a whole anymore.
...
I don't know if what I have planned will be anything like what happened with Hunter. I... I can't promise that. I'm sorry. I wish I could. But...
At... at the very least... it might keep one less innocent person from having to die.
[Akira draws back from the hug, though he doesn't go far and his hand remains resting against her shoulder]
Maybe it isn't the same as what happened with Hunter.
[although Akira would kill for another antidote. well. . . not literally kill, but it would suck to have to properly execute someone for killing as a monster this week when they managed to save someone last week]
But every little thing helps. No matter how small.
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[. . .]
Luna--
[okay. . . well. with that response in mind? he twists a bit to face her, reaching out to her with his free arm, hand resting on her shoulder. sorry for interrupting that bloodwork prepping but THIS IS IMPORTANT]
[and then, with one hand braced on her shoulder. . . he pushes himself up, arm sliding behind her neck to draw her towards him in the most awkward hug that still somehow manages to be extremely tender and gentle]
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[As caught up in her task as she is, him reaching out to touch her is an odd surprise, even more so when he pushes up and...
...
Oh. This is...
...]
...Akira? I...
[...
It's almost frightening, how comfortable his embrace already feels to her, and yet still carry an odd sort of fear, an uncertain emotion that knots her throat and makes processes run so fast that she can hardly think.
...
Her tension under his arm slowly unravels, the needle put aside so that she can slip her arms around him, forehead resting against his shoulder.]
I'm sorry.
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[he gives her a gentle squeeze, and doesn't yet pull away, even as he mumbles]
. . . I want to believe that they're still themselves, too.
That underneath everything, they're still the people we know and trust. [. . .] So whatever you're doing, whatever experiment you're trying-- I hope it works.
[because he does believe that whatever plan she's concocted that requires the usage of his blood will be for the good of everyone here. in some form or fashion]
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I don't doubt it at all. When Hunter was caught... I spoke with Beau for a little while. She said that she was still able to feel Hunter, the real Hunter, even after he turned... he was still scared and guilty and unable to fight.
They're still people. Just... not in control of themselves as a whole anymore.
...
I don't know if what I have planned will be anything like what happened with Hunter. I... I can't promise that. I'm sorry. I wish I could. But...
At... at the very least... it might keep one less innocent person from having to die.
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[. . .]
[Akira draws back from the hug, though he doesn't go far and his hand remains resting against her shoulder]
Maybe it isn't the same as what happened with Hunter.
[although Akira would kill for another antidote. well. . . not literally kill, but it would suck to have to properly execute someone for killing as a monster this week when they managed to save someone last week]
But every little thing helps. No matter how small.