Akira's smile is as firmly riveted on as Wolf's mask appears to be, but his stomach churns with adrenaline. He doubts this man has any real jurisdiction to punish him. He knows that has never stopped anyone before. Whether it's me or Drake he's after, this is an interrogation for sure. Either way, he'll get no satisfaction out of me.
"If it's all the same to you, sir, I try to avoid discussing my friends behind their backs. The last thing I want is to offend anyone, least of all this soon after I arrived." The dagger hidden in Akira's sleeve draws his fingers like a magnet, but he forces himself to be still. "Let's talk about you. That's an interesting mask you're wearing; is there some reason you--?"
He cuts off abruptly as Akane pops into existence, glowing like some sort of miniature ghost. He blinks at her in surprise, unable to make any sense of her comment. "It's very nice," he says, baffled, then looks back up at Zenkichi to explain. "Your partner, I take it?"
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"If it's all the same to you, sir, I try to avoid discussing my friends behind their backs. The last thing I want is to offend anyone, least of all this soon after I arrived." The dagger hidden in Akira's sleeve draws his fingers like a magnet, but he forces himself to be still. "Let's talk about you. That's an interesting mask you're wearing; is there some reason you--?"
He cuts off abruptly as Akane pops into existence, glowing like some sort of miniature ghost. He blinks at her in surprise, unable to make any sense of her comment. "It's very nice," he says, baffled, then looks back up at Zenkichi to explain. "Your partner, I take it?"