"Oh yeah personas. I heard about them," he continues dumbly as he squaints at Futaba's stare. "I...also know what a palace is? Never lived in one but sheesh-" he raises both of his hands as he pshs but its obvious from his tone he's not being serious. "-I am not broke, alright? I can win multiple lotteries if I wanted to."

Well, maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that.

"Maybe I have the wrong idea about a palace here however- speaking of personas-!" he suddenly turns to look at her with a pointed look. "That Goro summoned his Robin Hood and nearly attacked me-! Even if I upsetted him he blew it way out of the proportion-!" He huffs as he folds his arms to his chest. "Of course. Never take a poor Akiras feelings seriously~" Its not like he doesn't know how his own Akechi is. He's known him since fucking forever now but it doesn't mean he can't make fun of him even in another alternate dimension.

He listens to Futaba's explanation and it only leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. His gaze flickers for a moment as his lips quiver again into a straight line but this time he has his mind in one place. He knows better than to try and act like he is a stranger to such a concept.

And of course its Ren with Goros.

Not Akira.

No wonder he hates that name.

Not like anyone knows just how much fate was a bitch to them. To him. To his Goro.

"Sooo what I am hearing is you play third wheel a lot," he continues casually. "That's very encouraging." There's a slow nod as he thinks about Dove and his Ren. "But I guess I understand what you mean by focusing on each other. Me and Go-" he stops, his insides curling unpleasantly as he finally huffs again and forces himself to pull his legs away from his chest.

"You want to ditch this place?" He suddenly asks. "Or trash it? I am down for both."