[ Mona isn't wrong... Cold sleep had taken a toll on his body, and he needs all the training he can get. (As his ever-close confidant may have realized by now, Akira's been knocked down several rungs. No matter how much he's committed to exercise since waking, Arsene's strength remains less than half it had been before.)
But still, he's (mostly) joking when he answers, ] I hate that chair.
[ He still remembers the dusty embrace of the attic floor from all the times he's sprawled out on it after over-exertion...
As for his dreams, ] ...My friends. You.
[ That isn't just lip service. He's chased after Morgana several times in his sleep now, but like a proper cat burglar he'd always escaped.
Akira inspects his houseplant, then wanders to his toolkit, hands fanning across the bright red cover. ]
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But still, he's (mostly) joking when he answers, ] I hate that chair.
[ He still remembers the dusty embrace of the attic floor from all the times he's sprawled out on it after over-exertion...
As for his dreams, ] ...My friends. You.
[ That isn't just lip service. He's chased after Morgana several times in his sleep now, but like a proper cat burglar he'd always escaped.
Akira inspects his houseplant, then wanders to his toolkit, hands fanning across the bright red cover. ]
...Wish we could take some of this back.