[ But Ren is used to ruffling the feathers of his own Akechi. And when he's not doing that, he's used to those smiles—not the rare, fond, secret ones that make his stomach turn over with something like fear, but the more normal smiles he gets when he gives Akechi something cool or agrees to hang out. He misses those smiles. Or at least he thinks he does. It's all so fucking complicated now.

Aside from a brief, startled blink, none of that shows on his face. His grin slants sideways, mischievous. ]

I don't know. My first question is, how do I get my own Akechi into those clothes? Tell me that and I'll tell you whatever you want over any coffee in Tokyo or Tatsumi Port Island. Or Inaba, I guess. But their coffee kind of sucks.

[ He won't actually tell Akechi anything he wants, but he'll tell him some stuff. He'll tell him more if Akechi answers his questions in return, most of which aren't as frivolous as he's pretending they are.

He really does like the clothes, though. ]