The laugh bubbling out of Akira's chest is childlike with wonder.
"Don't worry about a thing," he waves it off with that grin, genuine, splitting his face. "I'm enabling you, and it'll disappear on its own if I don't get to it anyway. Here."
He slides more glasses -- champagne flutes, coupes, delmonicos, rocks -- all cheap glass and very destructible across the table to Dove, for all his glass-shattering needs.
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"Don't worry about a thing," he waves it off with that grin, genuine, splitting his face. "I'm enabling you, and it'll disappear on its own if I don't get to it anyway. Here."
He slides more glasses -- champagne flutes, coupes, delmonicos, rocks -- all cheap glass and very destructible across the table to Dove, for all his glass-shattering needs.