[It ends in breathy squeak as Noé's fingers brush over sensitive areas. It certainly feels real, and that's all that matters. Akira's been in this world long enough that he doesn't bother trying to logic out what's an illusion until it turns out to be. Words are hard for him, especially with new acquaintances, and it takes a while for more of a verbal response, though he's not shy about sliding his hand over Noé's while he formulates a sentence, running his calloused fingers along the man's arm, perhaps a little too roughly.]
It happens... This kind of thing... Did you just get here?
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[It ends in breathy squeak as Noé's fingers brush over sensitive areas. It certainly feels real, and that's all that matters. Akira's been in this world long enough that he doesn't bother trying to logic out what's an illusion until it turns out to be. Words are hard for him, especially with new acquaintances, and it takes a while for more of a verbal response, though he's not shy about sliding his hand over Noé's while he formulates a sentence, running his calloused fingers along the man's arm, perhaps a little too roughly.]
It happens... This kind of thing... Did you just get here?