[He is Almost Eighteen let him buy you cancer sticks, sir.]
[Cancer Sticks delivered, Akechi makes his way back toward Akira, and doesn't quite get there before a sudden wave of very acute exhaustion leads him to stagger sideways into a bar chair three shy of where he'd left his bags of snacks. He isn't entirely aware of what's happened until he's braced between the bar and the chair itself, and he carefully arranges himself to sit like he'd meant to do it the whole time, despite the absolutely hoodwinked look on his face.]
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[Cancer Sticks delivered, Akechi makes his way back toward Akira, and doesn't quite get there before a sudden wave of very acute exhaustion leads him to stagger sideways into a bar chair three shy of where he'd left his bags of snacks. He isn't entirely aware of what's happened until he's braced between the bar and the chair itself, and he carefully arranges himself to sit like he'd meant to do it the whole time, despite the absolutely hoodwinked look on his face.]