I brought coffee. [ Akira offers, holding up the thermos. He sets it down on the coffee table, trying to pretend like this sleepy, innocent Akechi isn't one of the strangest things he's ever seen.
It's... wrong, he thinks; his Akechi is a murderer (his would-be murderer). He'd never be this calm and relaxed. Akechi is always primed for betrayal, for pain, for everyone to get tired of him -- even though the Phantom Thieves have continued to (begrudgingly, in some cases) forgive him and treat him like a normal person. ]
I thought you might have stayed up too late again. [ Which is -- apt, apparently. There's a bit of Akechi's hair that's sticking up off to the side, and Akira blames the cognitive dissonance, blames Maruki, for the fact that he reaches out automatically to tug it back into place. ]
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It's... wrong, he thinks; his Akechi is a murderer (his would-be murderer). He'd never be this calm and relaxed. Akechi is always primed for betrayal, for pain, for everyone to get tired of him -- even though the Phantom Thieves have continued to (begrudgingly, in some cases) forgive him and treat him like a normal person. ]
I thought you might have stayed up too late again. [ Which is -- apt, apparently. There's a bit of Akechi's hair that's sticking up off to the side, and Akira blames the cognitive dissonance, blames Maruki, for the fact that he reaches out automatically to tug it back into place. ]