Zenkichi picked up the paper, his ears peeled on the conversation taking place before him.
To see Akane hold someone's hand like that...
His eyes closed, concealed before they partially opened before he could only cast his glance away from it all. Unable to watch his once daughter struggle with processing- processing??? human touch.
Damn it, Kirijo Group. Damn you all.
He waited, awkwardly, all his sass dying in his tongue as he clutched his note carefully- not sure whether it was even right for him to speak up and interrupt Akane.
So he simply puts it back on the table and goes for the revolver on his left, checking the rounds again. As per protocol. He will give Akane and Hamuko a bit before they decide to part.
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To see Akane hold someone's hand like that...
His eyes closed, concealed before they partially opened before he could only cast his glance away from it all. Unable to watch his once daughter struggle with processing- processing??? human touch.
Damn it, Kirijo Group. Damn you all.
He waited, awkwardly, all his sass dying in his tongue as he clutched his note carefully- not sure whether it was even right for him to speak up and interrupt Akane.
So he simply puts it back on the table and goes for the revolver on his left, checking the rounds again. As per protocol. He will give Akane and Hamuko a bit before they decide to part.