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 "You've reached Akechi! You can leave a message, but please don't use any colorful language, okay?"

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[ Desolate as he is, it takes Akechi a minute to even take notice of the blood trickling down his head, but eventually he feels something moist in his hair, then his forehead, until it's running down his nose. ]

Blood...? [ He finally looks up, and his eyebrows shoot upwards as realization dawns upon him. ] Akira, what are you--

[ But he doesn't have the chance to ask.

Before he can voice his concerns, he feels something else; his sides are warm and more malleable, and though his skin still looks rough and far too similar to bark, he finds that, on the inside, his left arm and leg seem to be pumping blood again; the pain from his wounds surely feels a lot sharper, too, fresh and exposed. Out of instinct, he brings his one good hand to press on it and stop the bleeding, but that's when an idea comes to mind.

Could it be the rumors might work for them, after all? It's worth a try, at the very least.

With less difficulty now than back when he settled down, he comes to his full height again, and wipes a bloodied hand across Akira's trunk, stepping back to see if it bears any results. ]

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[When Akechi starts to get up and move with greater fluidity than a moment ago, Akira feels his body sag with relief. So it worked. They'll be okay.

He feels confident even before Akechi rubs his bloody palm against his trunk, but the moment it hits, he already starts to feel better. Slowly, steadily, the transformation reverses, with only some pain - his skin returns to normal, his legs are no longer rooted to the ground. He shrinks back to his normal height, to stand before Akechi.]

...It worked.

[His voice is no longer like the wind through a tree, though it's still pretty raspy.]