Akihiro's making a point to not think about how nice it is to have Mitsuki in his lap. It was just an accident, he didn't mean anything by it, and nothing is going to happen. He glances at himself and shakes his head and offers a quick, "I'm fine," when Mitsuki apologizes. The only thing that got wet is the hem of his jacket sleeve, but that's not a big deal. He can just slide it of and--
Is Mitsuki about to strip down? Akihiro catches himself openly staring before Mitsuki asks his question again, at which point he gives a startled jerk and looks away again.
"Ah-- no, nothing like that." He turns his attention to his jacket again, shrugging it off and draping it across the coffee table. "When I was little, though, there was this older lady that lived a few doors down. She watched damn near every kid in the neighborhood. I guess that was sort of similar?" That's more information that Akihiro usually likes to share about himself, but he's trying to keep himself preoccupied so he doesn't treat his client like eye candy again.
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Is Mitsuki about to strip down? Akihiro catches himself openly staring before Mitsuki asks his question again, at which point he gives a startled jerk and looks away again.
"Ah-- no, nothing like that." He turns his attention to his jacket again, shrugging it off and draping it across the coffee table. "When I was little, though, there was this older lady that lived a few doors down. She watched damn near every kid in the neighborhood. I guess that was sort of similar?" That's more information that Akihiro usually likes to share about himself, but he's trying to keep himself preoccupied so he doesn't treat his client like eye candy again.