"Are you okay?" Ren asks. "Akechi...?" When he receives no answer, he approaches, slowly and carefully with his knife still in his hand in case this is some kind of weird ploy.
But no, Akechi is just... totally zoned out. The back of Ren's neck starts to prickle with unease. Something is seriously wrong. He doesn't know what the fuck is going on, but a vague, hazy outline of the situation is starting to come into view, and Ren does not like it.
After a moment, he closes his knife and puts it back in his pocket. If he can, he'll take Akechi by the arm, not unaware of his hypocrisy, and guide him over to lean against a building.
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"Are you okay?" Ren asks. "Akechi...?" When he receives no answer, he approaches, slowly and carefully with his knife still in his hand in case this is some kind of weird ploy.
But no, Akechi is just... totally zoned out. The back of Ren's neck starts to prickle with unease. Something is seriously wrong. He doesn't know what the fuck is going on, but a vague, hazy outline of the situation is starting to come into view, and Ren does not like it.
After a moment, he closes his knife and puts it back in his pocket. If he can, he'll take Akechi by the arm, not unaware of his hypocrisy, and guide him over to lean against a building.