[ There is silence for a long time, the sounds of the crow's feathers ruffling and it's clawed feet clicking against the bedside table. Through the eye, it appears there is a lump upon the bed. Akito had managed to curl himself into a tight ball under the blankets, hitching with the telltale signs of sobs and heavy breathing.
If one listened
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