[Damien glances over at Akechi, when he speaks up, not having noticed him until now. blame the fact that he had most of his attention focused on the game -- or the fact that he was fantasizing there, for a second about flipping the table. either way, the fact that he didn't notice him has nothing to do with him not being uninteresting. quite to the contrary, Damien all but lights up, when he does notice him]
[a gesture to Akechi follows, at his assessment, the wave reading somehow as there, you see, someone who knows that the fuck's going on and isn't fucking purposefully obtuse about it. a nod follows, as he drops his hand back into his lap]
Before. [a beat] You weren't wrong about the coffee.
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[a gesture to Akechi follows, at his assessment, the wave reading somehow as there, you see, someone who knows that the fuck's going on and isn't fucking purposefully obtuse about it. a nod follows, as he drops his hand back into his lap]
Before. [a beat] You weren't wrong about the coffee.