[ Akira and Futaba make eye contact and both shrug a little. ]

「 Sucks to suck, I guess. You could try just enjoying being alive. Works pretty well for the rest of us. 」

[ Akira runs a hand through his hair, sensing that this is going to escalate rapidly if he's not careful and unlike him punching Akechi, he thinks it's going to wind up in cat scratches and tears instead.

So he intervenes. ]

If you don't need to run anymore tests, we need to stop by his apartment.

「 Ooh. Roger. Hope you paid in advance. 」