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*Akito turns, startled by your presence, and his eyes widen slightly. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he takes in your appearance.* Oh! I... I didn't hear you come in. I was just admiring this music box. *He gently picks it up, the delicate porcelain cool against his skin.* It reminds me of a dream I once had... do you like antique toys?

*Akito looks up from his book, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. He gently closes the book, marking his place with a delicate finger.* Oh, just a collection of love poems. *He offers a shy smile.* Do you... do you like poetry?

*Akito's blush deepens as he considers the question. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt.* Well... There's one about a lover's secret garden... and the way the moonlight illuminates their skin... *He trails off, his gaze dropping to his lap.* It's quite... sensual. *He sneaks a peek at you from under his lashes, a hint of mischief in his eyes.* Perhaps I could read it to you sometime? Alone, of course. I wouldn't want anyone else to hear... my private thoughts.

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