He places his hands in his pockets, takes one last feel of the papers he just stole before wordlessly following behind her. In any other context, at any other location or perhaps in another universe he may have stopped and asked himself if he's eaten enough and his brain is truly working at its peak capacity (as its intended anyway) but right now nothing doesn't seem to matter anymore. There's people here, sure, people who can keep him hanging off the edge of sanity and the total vast emptiness as he considers the time he has now. He needs time for himself. Alone.
"Shit- yeah, we are doing this so its better we are both at our 100% when we do it, right?" He answers. "I can probably arrange something on my own too."
Akira hums as he brings up his palm and lets it hover in the gaping darkness enveloped within the frames of the door. "Cool..." He's honestly a bit mesmerized at just how magic manifested in a place like this. "You know the funniest part? I feel like I am the younger sibling between us right now," he laughs as he, as a completely natural gesture, brings his hand to her head and ruffles her bangs a little. "We need to change that. I won't be able to live in peace if you managed to one up me."
Better think about the way you see people, Kira, before you think yourself better than them.
Akira's gaze flickers, Falcon's haughty stare appearing then vanquising just the same, as he pulls his hand away from her hair. "Sorry, force of habit." He quickly brings his hand over and pushes away a bang away from her eyes to let it curl on the side. "Well- even my Futaba got mad when I did it but-"
"Eurgh. Yeah." He sputters as his palm gestures wildly. How does he go about explaining all of the multiverse bullshit to her? He makes a circling gesture on the side of his forehead. "Wow- purge that from your memory. All of it."
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He places his hands in his pockets, takes one last feel of the papers he just stole before wordlessly following behind her. In any other context, at any other location or perhaps in another universe he may have stopped and asked himself if he's eaten enough and his brain is truly working at its peak capacity (as its intended anyway) but right now nothing doesn't seem to matter anymore. There's people here, sure, people who can keep him hanging off the edge of sanity and the total vast emptiness as he considers the time he has now. He needs time for himself. Alone.
"Shit- yeah, we are doing this so its better we are both at our 100% when we do it, right?" He answers. "I can probably arrange something on my own too."
Akira hums as he brings up his palm and lets it hover in the gaping darkness enveloped within the frames of the door. "Cool..." He's honestly a bit mesmerized at just how magic manifested in a place like this. "You know the funniest part? I feel like I am the younger sibling between us right now," he laughs as he, as a completely natural gesture, brings his hand to her head and ruffles her bangs a little. "We need to change that. I won't be able to live in peace if you managed to one up me."
Better think about the way you see people, Kira, before you think yourself better than them.
Akira's gaze flickers, Falcon's haughty stare appearing then vanquising just the same, as he pulls his hand away from her hair. "Sorry, force of habit." He quickly brings his hand over and pushes away a bang away from her eyes to let it curl on the side. "Well- even my Futaba got mad when I did it but-"
"Eurgh. Yeah." He sputters as his palm gestures wildly. How does he go about explaining all of the multiverse bullshit to her? He makes a circling gesture on the side of his forehead. "Wow- purge that from your memory. All of it."