When he sees the familiar figure, Akechi's heading for the crepe stall; don't judge him, he lives a hard life in this place, and must make his own fun. It's the second glance, as the figure heads down into the alley towards that ridiculous shop Ren favours, that ticks the box marked unfamiliar.
Dollars to—well, crepes, the Ren and/or Kurusu knows someone is watching him. Akechi would bet his life on that. And he's never seen another of them walking the street in even a facsimile of that outfit, much less with an entire sword. Ren doesn't use swords.
Forgetting his crepe ambitions, he heads down the alley himself, in his usual street clothes, turning up the corner of his mouth in a wry smile as he glances the newcomer over, taking in, more than anything, the difference in cut and weave and style.
"Well, you look as if you're preoccupied very much of the time." The smile twitches upward a notch. "New, I take it?"
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Dollars to—well, crepes, the Ren and/or Kurusu knows someone is watching him. Akechi would bet his life on that. And he's never seen another of them walking the street in even a facsimile of that outfit, much less with an entire sword. Ren doesn't use swords.
Forgetting his crepe ambitions, he heads down the alley himself, in his usual street clothes, turning up the corner of his mouth in a wry smile as he glances the newcomer over, taking in, more than anything, the difference in cut and weave and style.
"Well, you look as if you're preoccupied very much of the time." The smile twitches upward a notch. "New, I take it?"