[Some of the tension leaves Akira's body only when he's sure the hands are gone, his bared fangs returning to something more human. He looks over at Dextera.]
...What are you apologising for? I'm okay. What about you? [He got a weird impression just now that Dextera felt discomfort, even though Akira was fighting those hands, not him.]
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...What are you apologising for? I'm okay. What about you? [He got a weird impression just now that Dextera felt discomfort, even though Akira was fighting those hands, not him.]