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[They both look worse for wear by the time they make it back to Akechi's apartment - covered in dried blood, with illy-wrapped wounds, and and just the slightest beginnings of heatstroke - but the boy lets Sumire in before he's dropping the weapons he acquired out in the desert onto the kitchen island unceremoniously.

Even after a month of living in Folkmore, Akechi's apartment is bare. Besides the furniture it came fully furnished with, all he's acquired that's out on display is a dartboard on the furtherest wall and plant growing lopsided sitting on the windowsill. Everything else looks utterly unlived in.]

I have some extra clothes you can change into. [Toeing off his shoes at the entrance of his apartment and frowning at the sand that gets everywhere.] Shower's over there. Go first. Then I can wrap up your arm properly.

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mentalgymnastics

[Stepping into the apartment, she mutters her niceties under her breath as she toes off her own shoes and sets her poker to rest against the wall. She feels worn out from fighting, her stamina cut in half by how they had to fight. But she powers through it.]

Thank you. [SHe was ready for a nice cold shower to wash off the desert she hopes to never return to.

Once he hands her some clothing, she will do just that with a gentle "if you'll excuse me" and take her shower, though she is quick about it. She's a guest afterall and as much as she would like to take a nice long shower, she's not rude. Akechi-san needs one too. It hurts to clean at her arm, the other wounds she sustained, but her arm is still the worst of them. Still, she gently scrubs any sand out of the wounds before exiting the shower.

She feels refreshed as she makes her way out of the bathroom, drying her long hair with a towel, smelling like Akechi-san's shampoos and conditioners.]

It can wait til you clean up.

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amurderofcrow

[By the time she's out of the shower, Akechi has a glass of water waiting for her near the living room couch and the cold leftovers of some takeout he'd had from the day before. He remembers that athlete's insatiable appetite of hers and it had been a draining couple of hours fighting nonstop in the desert heat. They can order in dinner properly later, but for now, Sumire probably needs the boost.]

Don't bother acting coy. If you need something, go ahead and take it. I don't care if you rummage through the fridge or the cupboards. We are well past pleasantries.

[He really just doesn't want to hear Sumire asking politely for shit all night like he's playing host. If she's hungry, go raid his fridge. Who cares.

And with that, Akechi disappears for his own shower, all too happy to stick his head under the cold water after the unrelenting desert heat had muddled his brain. But he's just as quick as she was, dressed down in lounge pants and a soft, nondescript shirt, hair damp and first aid kit in hand as he approaches her.]

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mentalgymnastics

[She would politely ask if he was certain she could make herself at home, but she knows him well enough that would probably earn her a scowl, so she merely nods. While he's in the shower she rummages around and finds some leftovers that she can eat on, they smelled fine and didn't seem too old, so when he's done she can be found favoring her arm sitting on the couch with some noodles being shoved in her mouth.

Dressed in his own clothing, she looks a little silly, but she feels refreshed and at ease and it makes her bask in the cool air of the apartment. After today, she didn't want to have anything to do with the summer heat again for a few days to come.

Though she knows she'll have to go exploring for her own clothing and place to live soon enough.]

So... what do I need to know about this world? [She holds out her arm for him to tend to with the first aid kit.] You said you'd fill me in when we got here.