[The pink on his face sears scarlet, and he flusters, moving to shift his papers into a neater pile.] I'm far from perfect, Akira-- what, did you fail a test somehow and need a study buddy? You don't have to butter me up for that.
[The detective comment makes him turn sharply, his expression leaning slightly into the sharpness Akira is more used to, but then it smooths back out until he looks confused, like he didn't consciously angle his body the way he had. He can't seem to quite remember what Akira said, either.] I--'m sorry, what did you say?
[His mother comes back into the room, a tray and two mugs of tea held in her hands, which she places individually on either side of the basket of cookies. Akechi looks bewildered for a handful of seconds, first at her and then the cookies, like he's misplaced, and then he blinks and fits back into his skin, reaching out for a mug.] You should have woken me up sooner, mom.
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[The detective comment makes him turn sharply, his expression leaning slightly into the sharpness Akira is more used to, but then it smooths back out until he looks confused, like he didn't consciously angle his body the way he had. He can't seem to quite remember what Akira said, either.] I--'m sorry, what did you say?
[His mother comes back into the room, a tray and two mugs of tea held in her hands, which she places individually on either side of the basket of cookies. Akechi looks bewildered for a handful of seconds, first at her and then the cookies, like he's misplaced, and then he blinks and fits back into his skin, reaching out for a mug.] You should have woken me up sooner, mom.