Huh. Okay. [ And then Akira is jerking his hand, knife suddenly in his palm, and dropping down to his knees in front of Akechi. His hand -- the knife -- goes to the edge of Akechi's hip. If there isn't a seam, then Akira will just make one, and it'll get put back together with cognition the same as always because Akira's already watched their outfits regenerate from a couple lucky hits from the shadows.
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He grins up at Akechi. ] Hold still.