[ his hand fidgets with his ponytail, playing with the ends and tightening the elastic all in the same fluid motion. keep it cool. he's very aware of the concept of faking it until you make it, and usually it's fairly easy to do around adults. this guy, on the other hand, seems different. maybe it's because he's the first person not wearing a mask around this stupid convention, that's not trying to be on their best behavior. the (probable) realization that akechi likes life with a dash of danger makes his stomach twist. ]

... My hours are very weird. I often don't end work until eight or so. [ he begins hesitantly, hands folding back on the table, eyes cast away. it's horribly embarrassing how red his face is. ] ... Which I've heard is past prime-time for dinner.

[ that's definitely not a no. ]