[Akechi doesn't follow, not at first. He's not going to attempt making hot cocoa for them again -- not until he's had time to search online for a proper recipe, that is, and practice a few times -- but the night is still brisk, and there's something even he can do.
He heads into his own room to grab a few things, then strips a woolen throw off his bed to carry outside. The cigarette smoke means he'll need to wash it before letting it touch his sheets again, but that's a small price to pay. He's conscious to make noise as he opens and shuts the sliding glass door to enter the balcony, not wanting to startle the other boy.]
Here.
[He holds up the blanket in obvious offer, and unless Ren refuses, he'll drape it over his shoulders like a cloak.]
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He heads into his own room to grab a few things, then strips a woolen throw off his bed to carry outside. The cigarette smoke means he'll need to wash it before letting it touch his sheets again, but that's a small price to pay. He's conscious to make noise as he opens and shuts the sliding glass door to enter the balcony, not wanting to startle the other boy.]
Here.
[He holds up the blanket in obvious offer, and unless Ren refuses, he'll drape it over his shoulders like a cloak.]