[Morgana glances over his shoulder as Akira indicates the direction; even so, he can't see anything besides more trees, and the rolling silver mist that cloaked everything. And there's his bag, too! He considers climbing up onto Akira's shoulder to crawl in, but ultimately decides against it; if Akira's clinging to him like this..... the poor guy really must need a hug, and he hasn't got any arms to give one.
He just yawns instead, resting his chin on Akira's chest. Can you feel his motor revving him starting to purr, Akira?]
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He just yawns instead, resting his chin on Akira's chest. Can you feel
his motor revvinghim starting to purr, Akira?]Nah, I already got comfortable.