Zenkichi scowled, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the sheer audacity of this whole situation. Underling? Really? He could feel the blatant disregard radiating off Akira like a damn heat lamp.
He let out a sharp exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is just fantastic.” His glare flicked between Akane and Akira, both of whom were clearly reveling in this.
“Brats,” he muttered under his breath.
Akane just smirked, tilting her head in mock thought. “Hmm. Well, if I must be addressed by title, I suppose ‘Chief Navigator of Digital Operations and Conduct’ has a nice ring to it.”
Zenkichi gave her a flat look. “That’s way too long.”
She shrugged. “I could shorten it to C-N-Doc, but that makes me sound like a prescription.”
Out of either of them, Zenkichi likes to think that the one who needs a remedial course is the boy in front of him. For all intents and purposes.
Zenkichi let out a short, bitter laugh before he simply proceeded to vault over the glass display, legs hiking and landing with the grace of a man less than half his age; like it was the most natural thing in the world. He landed with a solid thud on the other side.
“—Sorry kid. Your sheer hospitality just blew me away to the very spot I needed to be.”
He stretched his arms out like he owned the place before promptly starting to weave through the supplies, eyeing the inventory with an appraising glance before flicking his gaze. "Not that I would place that hospitality anywhere close to someone being a merchant."
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He let out a sharp exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is just fantastic.” His glare flicked between Akane and Akira, both of whom were clearly reveling in this.
“Brats,” he muttered under his breath.
Akane just smirked, tilting her head in mock thought. “Hmm. Well, if I must be addressed by title, I suppose ‘Chief Navigator of Digital Operations and Conduct’ has a nice ring to it.”
Zenkichi gave her a flat look. “That’s way too long.”
She shrugged. “I could shorten it to C-N-Doc, but that makes me sound like a prescription.”
Out of either of them, Zenkichi likes to think that the one who needs a remedial course is the boy in front of him. For all intents and purposes.
Zenkichi let out a short, bitter laugh before he simply proceeded to vault over the glass display, legs hiking and landing with the grace of a man less than half his age; like it was the most natural thing in the world. He landed with a solid thud on the other side.
“—Sorry kid. Your sheer hospitality just blew me away to the very spot I needed to be.”
He stretched his arms out like he owned the place before promptly starting to weave through the supplies, eyeing the inventory with an appraising glance before flicking his gaze. "Not that I would place that hospitality anywhere close to someone being a merchant."