[He's reasonably good at taking direction when it's from someone he's chosen to respect, and as a result he shifts from task to task as instructed without fuss. The cafe winds up looking better than it has in years, more than likely, with two fussy teenagers working across multiple facets of it, and Akechi has nearly forgotten they're just killing time before an existing plan until Akira calls out to him.]
[He's perched carefully on the back of a booth, meticulously cleaning one of the lights over a table with his shoes on the floor by the outside of the booth, and belatedly seems to focus back on the room around him instead of solely seeing the light fixture.]
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[He's perched carefully on the back of a booth, meticulously cleaning one of the lights over a table with his shoes on the floor by the outside of the booth, and belatedly seems to focus back on the room around him instead of solely seeing the light fixture.]
[He glances at the clock.] ...ah, so we should.