[Chewing on the end of his glasses? That's a new one. He knows Ren needs to be in constant motion from the way he fiddles with his pens, his knives, his gloves, the way he always seems to find something to do.
Akechi leans in slightly, resting his chin in his hand, and only a second too late realizes that it could be misconstrued as him staring at Ren's lips, which. Well. Isn't what it looks like.
He sighs and once again cuts through the small talk, drumming gloved fingers impatiently against the countertop.]
Are you going to be able to fight beside me or not?
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Akechi leans in slightly, resting his chin in his hand, and only a second too late realizes that it could be misconstrued as him staring at Ren's lips, which. Well. Isn't what it looks like.
He sighs and once again cuts through the small talk, drumming gloved fingers impatiently against the countertop.]
Are you going to be able to fight beside me or not?