[Akira isn't sure he remembers what fear feels like, he's been covering it up with bravado and confidence shaped like a domino mask for so long.]
[He's sat on the floor with the world's worst posture, hunched over like a shrimp, but his head is angled up to smile at her in a startlingly adoring way. He takes the dagger back and spins it easily between his fingers, sliding it back into the sheath without looking at it.]
[He's still drunk, but it's literally an extension of his fucking hand, even actually forged and not a toy made cognitively impressive.]
Arsène, like Arsène Lupin, inherently. I kinda... collect them? But that's a weird me thing. [He reaches up and twists the centermost lock of his curls between his thumb and forefinger, suddenly self-conscious, and focuses on the hair rather than looking at Kotone.]
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[He's sat on the floor with the world's worst posture, hunched over like a shrimp, but his head is angled up to smile at her in a startlingly adoring way. He takes the dagger back and spins it easily between his fingers, sliding it back into the sheath without looking at it.]
[He's still drunk, but it's literally an extension of his fucking hand, even actually forged and not a toy made cognitively impressive.]
Arsène, like Arsène Lupin, inherently. I kinda... collect them? But that's a weird me thing. [He reaches up and twists the centermost lock of his curls between his thumb and forefinger, suddenly self-conscious, and focuses on the hair rather than looking at Kotone.]