[ Akira doesn't flinch against the words, just closes his eyes and breathes, very carefully. He keeps his eyes closed longer than he might, normally, because he's afraid if he opens them and sees that defeated, enraged look on Akechi's face he's just going to cry again, and they're having this entire argument in public.
He finally opens his eyes again; he neglects to make eye contact in favor of running his hand through his hair. They haven't drawn attention -- is that part of the perfect world? It tastes bitter in Akira's mouth. ]
...So I'll go do my errands, and we'll infiltrate this afternoon. [ Akira stands up, pushing his chair back in as he steps away, coffee in hand. He considers it for a moment, and then chugs the rest without really tasting it. It can't taste worse than the emotion he's currently feeling.
It burns a little on the way down. It's kind of nice. ]
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He finally opens his eyes again; he neglects to make eye contact in favor of running his hand through his hair. They haven't drawn attention -- is that part of the perfect world? It tastes bitter in Akira's mouth. ]
...So I'll go do my errands, and we'll infiltrate this afternoon. [ Akira stands up, pushing his chair back in as he steps away, coffee in hand. He considers it for a moment, and then chugs the rest without really tasting it. It can't taste worse than the emotion he's currently feeling.
It burns a little on the way down. It's kind of nice. ]
I'll let you know if anyone else wakes up.