[it doesn't take much for Akira to dodge the seaweed-- he leans to the side and watches as it flies past him and lands in a wet heap on the sand. not once does he tear his gaze away from Ryuji, though his expression turns unreadable as his glasses flash opaque]
CPR is like making out, right? I definitely know how to do that.
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[it doesn't take much for Akira to dodge the seaweed-- he leans to the side and watches as it flies past him and lands in a wet heap on the sand. not once does he tear his gaze away from Ryuji, though his expression turns unreadable as his glasses flash opaque]
CPR is like making out, right? I definitely know how to do that.
[. . . . . AKIRA. . . .]