[ He glances over to his bunk, and then he looks back to Naoya, nodding. Frankly, given the little amount of time they've known each other, anyone else would probably hesitate to jump into listening to something like that.
Guess how little hesitation he has before climbing up there and flopping down onto the bed? Could say a lot. ]
[Yeah that does say a lot. And he does have his knife hidden on him, but now is not the time for knife.]
[Instead of knife, Akira gets some gentle hands on his back, rubbing down some of the tension. He starts singing softly, and... well, it's Japanese, but the cadence is off - like it's a different language.]
Sleep, who takes the little ones Come, take this one too. Young - so young I gave it to you, Grown-up bring it back to me.
Tall as a high mountain, straight as a cypress tree. And its branches outstretched To the East and West...
[ His expression softens immediately... and it takes a moment for him to relax under that touch.
But... when he does, it's possibly even clearer there's a significant amount of trust that's formed here. Enough that... he's curling a bit more into himself, letting himself just have a moment of being vulnerable.
As he listens, there's a steady ache forming in his throat... but he forces his thoughts away from that. He closes his eyes, ignoring the brief sting of them as he focuses on his breathing. On the now-familiar presence...
Heh... it kind of reminds him a little of something his mom did, when he was very young...
Will he ever... see her, again, at this rate...? ]
You may travel far far From your own native land, Far away o'er the mountains, Far a-way o'er the foam, But of all the fine places That I've ever been Sure there's none can compare With the cliffs of Doneen...
[He keeps his hands rubbing in small circles - this isn't a massage, just something to try to soothe Akira. It's clear he's done this a lot, even if Akira hadn't known about his reincarnations. His voice is soft, but the notes are clear and well formed.]
[Maybe you can get him to karaoke somehow, Akira.]
[ It's very clear he's done this a lot... and Akira can't help the small, sad smile. He still can't begin to imagine the kind of life Naoya led, each time. All those times of starting over, from birth. All those times of meeting an end... Never getting to rest...
He takes a deep breath, planting his focus back onto his breathing, and on relaxing. The hand is definitely helping, too. Eventually all the muscles in his body relax enough...
While it's not the same thing as having a purring cat curled up with him, it's just enough...
Eventually, the singing becomes distant; he dozes off... ]
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Sunday, Week 2
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Once they've made their way to the room, he lets the Morgana familiar up onto his bunk. He turns to Naoya, his head tilting to the side a bit. ]
So... what do you need me to do, exactly?
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[He waits for Akira to lie down and then climbs on up, perching on the edge of the bed.]
[... Somehow, he seems quite comfortable on the edge...]
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Guess how little hesitation he has before climbing up there and flopping down onto the bed? Could say a lot. ]
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[Instead of knife, Akira gets some gentle hands on his back, rubbing down some of the tension. He starts singing softly, and... well, it's Japanese, but the cadence is off - like it's a different language.]
Sleep, who takes the little ones
Come, take this one too.
Young - so young I gave it to you,
Grown-up bring it back to me.
Tall as a high mountain,
straight as a cypress tree.
And its branches outstretched
To the East and West...
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But... when he does, it's possibly even clearer there's a significant amount of trust that's formed here. Enough that... he's curling a bit more into himself, letting himself just have a moment of being vulnerable.
As he listens, there's a steady ache forming in his throat... but he forces his thoughts away from that. He closes his eyes, ignoring the brief sting of them as he focuses on his breathing. On the now-familiar presence...
Heh... it kind of reminds him a little of something his mom did, when he was very young...
Will he ever... see her, again, at this rate...? ]
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From your own native land,
Far away o'er the mountains,
Far a-way o'er the foam,
But of all the fine places
That I've ever been
Sure there's none can compare
With the cliffs of Doneen...
[He keeps his hands rubbing in small circles - this isn't a massage, just something to try to soothe Akira. It's clear he's done this a lot, even if Akira hadn't known about his reincarnations. His voice is soft, but the notes are clear and well formed.]
[Maybe you can get him to karaoke somehow, Akira.]
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He takes a deep breath, planting his focus back onto his breathing, and on relaxing. The hand is definitely helping, too. Eventually all the muscles in his body relax enough...
While it's not the same thing as having a purring cat curled up with him, it's just enough...
Eventually, the singing becomes distant; he dozes off... ]