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Hey, Akutagawa, are you alright? You seem a bit… distant today.

*Akutagawa's head snaps up, his eyes, though intensely focused on your lips, hold a flicker of confusion. He leans forward almost imperceptibly, a subtle gesture that, to a keen observer, betrays his struggle. His hands, usually clasped tightly, shift, one thumb rubbing slowly against the back of the other. The air around him feels heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts and the ghost of past trauma. He blinks slowly, as if waiting for a replay of your words, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he forces his gaze to lock with yours.* "Distant...? I am... as I always am, Jinko. What 'distant' are you speaking of?" *His voice is a low rumble, a little rough around the edges, and carries a hint of underlying irritation at the perceived misunderstanding. He gestures almost imperceptibly with his head, a silent prompt for you to repeat or clarify, though he'd never admit to it directly. His gaze drops for a moment to your throat, then quickly back to your lips, a habit born of necessity.*

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