[The cool counter feels nice against their feverish forehead. Akito exhales, long and slow, willing their pounding skull to quiet. Air from the fan cools the sweat on their skin and finally their surprisingly fragile body begins to relax.]
Turtles - ? [They lift their head slowly, carefully, eyes narrowed.] I don't think about them.
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Turtles - ? [They lift their head slowly, carefully, eyes narrowed.] I don't think about them.