Naturally Akira ends up taking longer than necessary with his empty plate of pancake as he gazes upon the sorry excuse of what he would have called his first "date" with the Goro of his own universe.

In truth? He was too free to care about the fact that he ended up stalking their date. Old habits die hard alas but really a part of him was drawn to watching another one of him in action where he can't predict what he must be doing next. This was different. This was unique.

"Puhhhh" he groans as one of his brow twitches, mostly trying to focus on the fish who's mouth is apparently stuck to the exhibit's glass but it mostly goes back to the two now talking amongst themselves. He sips on a cold drink, not even finding a good setting for a possible photograph using the same camera hanging off his neck to his dark shades reflecting blue. Nope. He can't do this anymore. He's crashing into this date.

"Was the friend a reporter going by the name Ohya??" he starts as he releases the straw of his Coke and looks at either of them. There's a grin on his face, making his sunglasses look more mischievious and strange for someone like him.

"Sorry for crashing into...the date? A bit unsure actually- feel free to correct me," he raises his other hand and waves at the Akechi. "Hey, Dove-!"