[With the giraffe appropriately distracted, Akechi breathes a sigh of relief. He holds out a hand as if he might pet it in thanks, but thinks better of it and draws his hand back. No need to attract it's attention once again.
He freezes as Tifa reaches toward his hair, back stiffening as his eyes flick toward her hand. He'd really, really rather she not, but it's better for his image to let her do it, or so he thinks. Ren cares for her an awful lot, meaning that anything he does could negatively impact her impression of Ren.]
Ah, go ahead. It seems I've something else to thank you for. [He inclines his head a little to make it easier for her, consciously trying to relax his muscles. He still looks stiff and uncomfortable, though; letting someone close to his personal space isn't the easiest thing for him.]
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[With the giraffe appropriately distracted, Akechi breathes a sigh of relief. He holds out a hand as if he might pet it in thanks, but thinks better of it and draws his hand back. No need to attract it's attention once again.
He freezes as Tifa reaches toward his hair, back stiffening as his eyes flick toward her hand. He'd really, really rather she not, but it's better for his image to let her do it, or so he thinks. Ren cares for her an awful lot, meaning that anything he does could negatively impact her impression of Ren.]
Ah, go ahead. It seems I've something else to thank you for. [He inclines his head a little to make it easier for her, consciously trying to relax his muscles. He still looks stiff and uncomfortable, though; letting someone close to his personal space isn't the easiest thing for him.]