[Akechi stares Ren down, unblinking and utterly unreadable for stretch of silence, but then he laughs, a strange mix of fake and real, like Akechi himself can't quite understand how that answer makes him feel.]
Hm, it's a date then. [And he'll just settle back a little more relaxed against the rocky wall of the hot spring, skin flushed from the steam, beads of sweat at his forehead, with the threat of something shining at his eyes.]
I will though, by the way. Drowning just isn't my style.
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Hm, it's a date then. [And he'll just settle back a little more relaxed against the rocky wall of the hot spring, skin flushed from the steam, beads of sweat at his forehead, with the threat of something shining at his eyes.]
I will though, by the way. Drowning just isn't my style.