[His ears flare pink, because "still getting things figured out" in Akira Kurusu speak is Never A Good Thing, but he thinks maybe he also appreciates it. He wouldn't mind Morgana around, and it would give him a chance to force himself to stay centered, but if it's even remotely convenient for him to not be present, he doesn't mind not being seen by the soulful eyes of a loving tuxedo.]
「 Gummy sushiiiii! Do you have anymore of the fatty tuna kind?? Those are my favorite. 」[Morgana exchanges a brief Look with Akira-- a fond sort of "let me know if you need anything", but in cat, and it flies directly over Akechi's head except for the fact that it's the second time he's seen Akira just... telepathically communicate with another of the Thieves. He doesn't know what to make of it.]
[Once they've all filtered out and said their goodbyes, the tension he didn't realize he was holding goes out of Akechi all at once and he drops back into the booth where he'd been sitting beside Ann, leaning hard against the table and putting his forehead in one hand. He doesn't say anything, at first.]
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「 Gummy sushiiiii! Do you have anymore of the fatty tuna kind?? Those are my favorite. 」[Morgana exchanges a brief Look with Akira-- a fond sort of "let me know if you need anything", but in cat, and it flies directly over Akechi's head except for the fact that it's the second time he's seen Akira just... telepathically communicate with another of the Thieves. He doesn't know what to make of it.]
[Once they've all filtered out and said their goodbyes, the tension he didn't realize he was holding goes out of Akechi all at once and he drops back into the booth where he'd been sitting beside Ann, leaning hard against the table and putting his forehead in one hand. He doesn't say anything, at first.]