[Akechi, for his part, can't focus on the show at all. His mind is twisting and turning the situation around like a rubix cube, trying desperately to solve it in any capacity-- a single row of the same color would be fine. He thinks he dozed off at some point, Akira shifting for his phone at some point feeling like a more sudden gesture than it should have been, the sound of the old television filtering back in much louder than before.]
[He shifts how he sits, both feet on the floor and back against the couch, arms folded across his chest. He watches Akira smile at his phone, feels his stomach drop a little lower, for some reason. He turns back to watch the television, but none of the words are making sense, and then Akira is speaking from beside him, and it takes him a minute to turn his attention to him, a confused frown on his face.]
...come again? [His brain didn't register he was being spoken to quickly enough to process Akira's question as words.]
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[He shifts how he sits, both feet on the floor and back against the couch, arms folded across his chest. He watches Akira smile at his phone, feels his stomach drop a little lower, for some reason. He turns back to watch the television, but none of the words are making sense, and then Akira is speaking from beside him, and it takes him a minute to turn his attention to him, a confused frown on his face.]
...come again? [His brain didn't register he was being spoken to quickly enough to process Akira's question as words.]