I'm not sure I've ever heard you complain, [He fires back, his tone bored in stark contrast of how Akira's little knife trick sends little electric shocks across Akechi's skin. He's chalking it up to fighting again, and overextension of adrenaline and his muscles, completely ignoring that Akira is the reason he's being affected like this. He turns to look over his shoulder at him in time to see his grin break apart that vague look, and he draws in a startled breath, tensing at the sudden wall of Joker rushing him.]
[He doesn't flinch (except he does, for a split second), and he doesn't have to hold on but he does anyway, wrapping one clawed arm around Joker's back, careful to not tear his coat. He's utterly silent as they swing their way around to ambush a group of shadows, but just before they land he makes very pointed eye contact with Akira and his expression... Is startlingly akin to an eyerake, with the way he glances briefly downward and then back up, immediately disengaging from him to rush the shadows when their feet touch the ground.]
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[He doesn't flinch (except he does, for a split second), and he doesn't have to hold on but he does anyway, wrapping one clawed arm around Joker's back, careful to not tear his coat. He's utterly silent as they swing their way around to ambush a group of shadows, but just before they land he makes very pointed eye contact with Akira and his expression... Is startlingly akin to an eyerake, with the way he glances briefly downward and then back up, immediately disengaging from him to rush the shadows when their feet touch the ground.]
[His face hurts from how hard he's grinning.]