[ For someone with such keen sense of perception, it would be nigh impossible for Akechi not to notice that subtle but very real fluster dusting off Akira's cheeks, though figuring out why is not as easy a task. While it may be strange that this is the only channel currently available to them, it's not as if they're in control of what comes to pass within these pocket dimensions, right?
... unless Akira has begun to suspect they are based on their memories, like one of the hypotheses Akechi, himself, has been working with. And if that's the case-- ]
Ah, I don't particularly mind it. [ A shake of his head, both in response to Akira's question and as a means to ground himself back to reality. It's best not to get his hopes up, then set himself up for disappointment. ] I've been told I'm the kind of person who likes the sound of his own voice, haha.
[ Self-deprecating joke and rueful laugh out of the way, he sets the remote back where he found it, then makes the short trip back to his seat, where he quickly engages in wrapping the cardboard box in packing tape. He wants to do a thorough job, like everything he does, so he spends a good amount of time working on the bottom alone, since that's the area that's more likely to break the easiest.
Occasionally, he takes a peek at the television, and he can't help but let his own thoughts wander again, his own memories taking over. One of his earlier interviews, was it? ]
It feels like forever ago, doesn't it?
[ And for just that brief minute, he keeps his eyes on the screen, distracted from his task, a wistful flair in his voice. It's nostalgia, mixed with the knowledge that very moment set their fate into motion. ]
"They do more than the police." [ A chuckle, and then his gaze is back on Akira. ] With an answer like that, it's no wonder I've had my eyes on you from day one.
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... unless Akira has begun to suspect they are based on their memories, like one of the hypotheses Akechi, himself, has been working with. And if that's the case-- ]
Ah, I don't particularly mind it. [ A shake of his head, both in response to Akira's question and as a means to ground himself back to reality. It's best not to get his hopes up, then set himself up for disappointment. ] I've been told I'm the kind of person who likes the sound of his own voice, haha.
[ Self-deprecating joke and rueful laugh out of the way, he sets the remote back where he found it, then makes the short trip back to his seat, where he quickly engages in wrapping the cardboard box in packing tape. He wants to do a thorough job, like everything he does, so he spends a good amount of time working on the bottom alone, since that's the area that's more likely to break the easiest.
Occasionally, he takes a peek at the television, and he can't help but let his own thoughts wander again, his own memories taking over. One of his earlier interviews, was it? ]
It feels like forever ago, doesn't it?
[ And for just that brief minute, he keeps his eyes on the screen, distracted from his task, a wistful flair in his voice. It's nostalgia, mixed with the knowledge that very moment set their fate into motion. ]
"They do more than the police." [ A chuckle, and then his gaze is back on Akira. ] With an answer like that, it's no wonder I've had my eyes on you from day one.