Mmn, [He concedes easily enough, and he can't decide if it's like him or not (he's not sure he knows which form of "like him" to mimic, anymore), hefting his cup for a moment.] Let me finish this before it cools.
[And he does, but he takes his time. It's the only measure of control he has over this at all, because he doesn't even feel like he had control over arriving. Only when the cup is empty, a pale ring of dark at the deepest point of the small cup, does he set it down and shift, sliding carefully off the stool. He goes for a briefcase he doesn't have, passes the startled halt off as bending to dust a scuff from his shoe, and inclines his head toward Akira.]
[He's very specifically studying the space between his eyes, the bridge of his glasses, to avoid deciphering the expression in his eyes.]
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[And he does, but he takes his time. It's the only measure of control he has over this at all, because he doesn't even feel like he had control over arriving. Only when the cup is empty, a pale ring of dark at the deepest point of the small cup, does he set it down and shift, sliding carefully off the stool. He goes for a briefcase he doesn't have, passes the startled halt off as bending to dust a scuff from his shoe, and inclines his head toward Akira.]
[He's very specifically studying the space between his eyes, the bridge of his glasses, to avoid deciphering the expression in his eyes.]