[He stays on his knees while Joker collects himself, pulling off of him with a wet pop of sound and grimacing, in part to hide the way he licks his lips. He carefully rearranges his jaw so he can close it again from where he'd had it open so long, shifts to sit in a crouch with his knees drawn to himself, arms folded over them and watch Akira with a languid, catlike look to him.]
[As soon as he's aware enough to suggest they head back, Akechi stands and since he's had more time to recover, as he does so his suit seems to sew itself right back together, and he shakes himself out gently, a bit like he's used to it. Carefully, mindful of his claws, he dusts off his knees, checks the repaired seams of his costume, looks Joker over.] ...likely good marks made here won't remain outside, that bite looks infected already. [It doesn't, actually, he's just being caustic.]
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[As soon as he's aware enough to suggest they head back, Akechi stands and since he's had more time to recover, as he does so his suit seems to sew itself right back together, and he shakes himself out gently, a bit like he's used to it. Carefully, mindful of his claws, he dusts off his knees, checks the repaired seams of his costume, looks Joker over.] ...likely good marks made here won't remain outside, that bite looks infected already. [It doesn't, actually, he's just being caustic.]