[He rolls his eyes at first, startled by how easy it is for the gesture to be fond. It makes a cube of ice drop into his stomach and he hunches forward, pressing his free hand against the bruise Akira left. He'll be doing that for a while.] You'll need it for your eyes, too, you look like a raccoon. Which likely means I look like a corpse, but I suppose that's fitting.

[He grimaces at Akira's chosen way of expressing his need to be present to match concealer, turning toward him and shaking his head slightly.] But, not the rest of you? Do you expect me to just take a skin graft?