Akira carefully gauges the shadow who practically shakes under his touch and in truth- its his experience in mementos that really helped him get over the minor prefecture of coming across otherworldly creatures, feel the sharp sense of fear through him and proceed to turn around and avoid him altogether.

"...!" he notices the movement and sharply turns to narrow down his predatory gaze on whoever this is. Its possibly a Ren, judging from their abundance but he's not counting on it. "Is it your pet?" He asks- voice pulsating into a dozen blending into each other. "If not then why are you so concerned?" He keeps pushing, now absorbing the negativity pulsating around him. Its still not enough.

His clothes vapourize, giving way to a regal cloak as it materializes over his hoodie and the strawberry milkshake is long forgotten- dropped to the floor. The tattoos that show over the buckles and through the thin lining of his shirt crawl over his skin.