[Akechi was having such a nice time, and then some loudmouth had to go and ruin it. He pulls his brush away from the wall, takes a moment to compose a smile upon his face, and turns as if nothing at all had ever occurred between them.]

Blue-san.

[He notes with some surprise that although the pack rustles slightly at the intrusion, they don't scatter and flee. Perhaps Blue's already met some of them? Well, that's good at least, that they have some concept of memory. It would be quite annoying to have to befriend them all over again.

A beat, then he gestures behind him to indicate the splattered, chaotic mess of paint.]

I wouldn't say I'm artistically inclined, no, but there's something to be said for expressing one's thoughts in a concrete manner, don't you think?