[If there's one thing Akechi hates, it's weakness. Feeling weak, feeling like he has to rely on someone. But for a moment, when he thinks back, it's... a weirdly nice feeling, to know that someone was able to save him. Squall?
The voice and mannerisms in that memory certainly don't match his own, though, and as he sits in Ren's room with a notebook in front of him, slowly trying to sort out the things that belong to him and the things that don't, a more difficult task than one might initially assume -- he hears the knock and Rinoa's voice.
There's a part of him that wonders if he shouldn't just ignore it, the same part of him that whispers that he's a trespasser, that Ren will get tired of him being here and throw him out. It's what always happens, after all.
But then she says his name, and, well. He simply rises to his feet and unlocks the door before he can think better of it, meeting her eyes unflinchingly.]
Ren isn't here right now, Rinoa-san, but I'd be quite interested in hearing about it.
[More than anything else right now, Akechi looks weary beyond belief. For one thing, he's not wearing his smart school uniform, but rather Ren's casual white v-neck over his usual uniform pants. There's a lot that can be assumed from that alone, but the correct conclusion to draw would be that the hint of gauze and bandages just barely visible beneath the cut of his borrowed shirt, wrapped around his left shoulder, probably has something to do with it.
For another, there's no hint of warmth in his expression, just a cool wariness lurking behind tired eyes as he opens the door more widely.]
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The voice and mannerisms in that memory certainly don't match his own, though, and as he sits in Ren's room with a notebook in front of him, slowly trying to sort out the things that belong to him and the things that don't, a more difficult task than one might initially assume -- he hears the knock and Rinoa's voice.
There's a part of him that wonders if he shouldn't just ignore it, the same part of him that whispers that he's a trespasser, that Ren will get tired of him being here and throw him out. It's what always happens, after all.
But then she says his name, and, well. He simply rises to his feet and unlocks the door before he can think better of it, meeting her eyes unflinchingly.]
Ren isn't here right now, Rinoa-san, but I'd be quite interested in hearing about it.
[More than anything else right now, Akechi looks weary beyond belief. For one thing, he's not wearing his smart school uniform, but rather Ren's casual white v-neck over his usual uniform pants. There's a lot that can be assumed from that alone, but the correct conclusion to draw would be that the hint of gauze and bandages just barely visible beneath the cut of his borrowed shirt, wrapped around his left shoulder, probably has something to do with it.
For another, there's no hint of warmth in his expression, just a cool wariness lurking behind tired eyes as he opens the door more widely.]
Please, come in.