Akira might be good at eye contact, but the moment he asks that question, Akki forgoes it completely and drops his gaze to the ground, but still holds out both hands: loose fists and turned so the inside of his wrists are up, not unlike somebody turning himself in to be handcuffed.
He wears a chevron friendship bracelet around his right wrist, in pasteled primary colors, but the wrist is otherwise smooth and bare.
He wears nothing around his left wrist, but it is covered with old scars and newer ones, some shallow and some deep, some in neat little rows and some haphazardly placed, overlapping, innumerable. ]
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Akira might be good at eye contact, but the moment he asks that question, Akki forgoes it completely and drops his gaze to the ground, but still holds out both hands: loose fists and turned so the inside of his wrists are up, not unlike somebody turning himself in to be handcuffed.
He wears a chevron friendship bracelet around his right wrist, in pasteled primary colors, but the wrist is otherwise smooth and bare.
He wears nothing around his left wrist, but it is covered with old scars and newer ones, some shallow and some deep, some in neat little rows and some haphazardly placed, overlapping, innumerable. ]