[Another ground out sound somewhere in the back of his throat and pulls the hood of Akira's jacket closer around his face. It smells like detergent and coffee, and a bit like something else he can't quite put a name to, the cuffs pulled over his palms, but he stops inhaling the smell before he can think too hard about it because that, like Akira's thoughts of an unhinged sentai villain being cute, is fucking weird.]
[He navigates the drug store easily, finding the cosmetics aisle and what he's looking for near-immediately, dropping into a crouch and deliberating over shades. He pulls the sleeve of the hoodie back to expose his wrist and tests two colors before deciding on one, and grabs a small pouch of applicator sponges while he's at it. On the way out of the aisle he pauses, turning to Akira with an odd look, and lays claim to a stick of lip balm, as well.] I'll pay you back for these when I've determined what the state of my own assets are.
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[He navigates the drug store easily, finding the cosmetics aisle and what he's looking for near-immediately, dropping into a crouch and deliberating over shades. He pulls the sleeve of the hoodie back to expose his wrist and tests two colors before deciding on one, and grabs a small pouch of applicator sponges while he's at it. On the way out of the aisle he pauses, turning to Akira with an odd look, and lays claim to a stick of lip balm, as well.] I'll pay you back for these when I've determined what the state of my own assets are.