[Akechi startles, ending up with a hand placed delicately over his collarbone, and he laughs softly.] I'm flattered, truly-- if I can remember the brands of facewash I've used I'll recommend you some. [He can't quite figure out why Ann is so much less intimidating than the rest of them. Haru, at least, makes sense.]

[He turns his attention downward to Futaba, and Morgana in her arms (who yowls dramatically and goes deadweight, closing his eyes and sprawling with a dramatic "I've lost control of my limbs-- carry me, Futaba!", to which Akechi unthinkingly reaches out and scritches the very top of his head.] Whichever you prefer-- I'm not certain of custody rights between the family.