[He doesn't even hesitate. It's that quiet, steady resolve that drew Akechi to him in the first place, as far back as the TV studio.
A corner of his lip curves up into the barest of smiles.]
Good.
[He sets his hands on the bar and pushes himself to his feet, reaching for his jacket and pulling it on. His mind is racing, heart pounding, but as always, he keeps it from his face through practice and willpower alone.]
The curry was excellent, [he says, as if this were just a normal conversation, and nothing something entirely reality-shifting all on its own. He grabs his briefcase off the nearby chair, for all intents and purposes looking like he's about to leave.]
As for the rest... [he looks back over his shoulder, the smirk and challenge visible in his eyes.] I'll think about it.
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A corner of his lip curves up into the barest of smiles.]
Good.
[He sets his hands on the bar and pushes himself to his feet, reaching for his jacket and pulling it on. His mind is racing, heart pounding, but as always, he keeps it from his face through practice and willpower alone.]
The curry was excellent, [he says, as if this were just a normal conversation, and nothing something entirely reality-shifting all on its own. He grabs his briefcase off the nearby chair, for all intents and purposes looking like he's about to leave.]
As for the rest... [he looks back over his shoulder, the smirk and challenge visible in his eyes.] I'll think about it.
[There's no going back.]