[ "Real" huh? Akira is pretty good at fitting the mask at any moment, finding it easy to audibly believe in what he's saying. For whatever reason he's focused on keeping Akechi there, just two guys talking shop before the one is invited back behind the counter for more relaxed conversation. ]
Young looks making them underestimate you? [ An indelicate snort; Akira's known him for all of twenty minutes or so and even he knows that's a crock. Akira's head tips, all louche confidence. ] Tell 'em that's not why you're here and send their Patrick Bateman asses packing, you've got better things to do than talk cardstock.
[ The coffee gets swirled around in the cup, Akira lacking a spoon or straw. Really, he sympathizes. ]
I get that a lot, too. No one thinks you can do your job without needing their valuable pointers. Honestly we should just blow this joint and find those better things to do.
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Young looks making them underestimate you? [ An indelicate snort; Akira's known him for all of twenty minutes or so and even he knows that's a crock. Akira's head tips, all louche confidence. ] Tell 'em that's not why you're here and send their Patrick Bateman asses packing, you've got better things to do than talk cardstock.
[ The coffee gets swirled around in the cup, Akira lacking a spoon or straw. Really, he sympathizes. ]
I get that a lot, too. No one thinks you can do your job without needing their valuable pointers. Honestly we should just blow this joint and find those better things to do.