[ Akashi Seijuurou will surely someday rise to his true form, a being that needs nothing in order to exist, not food or sunlight or anything else. It'll probably come with amazing technicolor eyes that he can change the color gradient of at will. Sadly, today is not that day and he has not (disappointingly enough) learned to become warmblooded through sheer force of will; if anything, he seems to be cooling down rapidly and going a bit pale, having expended all his body warmth on his questionable life decisions.
He makes a noise that sounds distinctly like unhappy hissing because this was not as planned, which is clearly worse than the fact that he's somehow managed to exacerbate the situation. Words seem especially troublesome at the moment; instead, he just closes his eyes and pull his arms around Henry's waist, grip insistent. Almost like he really is a snake, coiling around his prey — except he's probably not going to eat Henry (probably) and just rub up against him insistently. Just sapping off extra heat isn't cutting it right now, so maybe a bit of friction will help, and if not — at least it feels pretty damn great, so there's that. ]
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He makes a noise that sounds distinctly like unhappy hissing because this was not as planned, which is clearly worse than the fact that he's somehow managed to exacerbate the situation. Words seem especially troublesome at the moment; instead, he just closes his eyes and pull his arms around Henry's waist, grip insistent. Almost like he really is a snake, coiling around his prey — except he's probably not going to eat Henry (probably) and just rub up against him insistently. Just sapping off extra heat isn't cutting it right now, so maybe a bit of friction will help, and if not — at least it feels pretty damn great, so there's that. ]