[ He smiled. Smiled— in that same self-deprecating way he had just before their last meeting in Shido's palace, and now he's coming his way, leaning down and picking up the pieces of the broken demitasse.
Ren finds himself lowering himself, too, which is something he should have done in the first place before Akechi up and cleaned the mess himself. He reaches and gathers some of the pieces himself, accidentally touching the other boy's hand in the process— fingers brush against the cool fabric of his glove, and he looks at him, shaken all over again that he's alive and actually there, not just some weird hallucination of his. ]
Let me take care of this, [ he mutters as he goes to dump the broken pieces in the trash behind the counter, coming back with a broom and dustpan to sweep the remaining shards, and a towel to dry any little coffee that spilled during the drop. Vaguely, he knows what's going on— he's focusing on this task instead of processing exactly what's happening.
Akechi, alive and well, entering the cafe. Akechi, alive, and his mind is racing back to his final moments back in depths of Shido's distorted heart and corrupted palace. Just. Akechi, here and cracking a joke as though his very existence before him isn't akin to seeing a ghost firsthand.
For the longest time, he simply stares at him, shocked to complete silence, wondering what words he meant to exchange with him had he the chance to back then- but every thought dies before it could ever escape his lips.
How long has it been now, how long has he been made to believe he'd died back there- how is it that this is literally the first time he ever heard of this guy being alive still. How, how, how. He places the towel onto the counter and steps closer to him, staring at him intensely so that he doesn't simply disappear right before his eyes. He had better not. Now, to go back on his earlier comment— ]
I'll make sure to let Sojiro-san know. [ About the lack of business, for one. ] You didn't come here to see me, I'm assuming.
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Ren finds himself lowering himself, too, which is something he should have done in the first place before Akechi up and cleaned the mess himself. He reaches and gathers some of the pieces himself, accidentally touching the other boy's hand in the process— fingers brush against the cool fabric of his glove, and he looks at him, shaken all over again that he's alive and actually there, not just some weird hallucination of his. ]
Let me take care of this, [ he mutters as he goes to dump the broken pieces in the trash behind the counter, coming back with a broom and dustpan to sweep the remaining shards, and a towel to dry any little coffee that spilled during the drop. Vaguely, he knows what's going on— he's focusing on this task instead of processing exactly what's happening.
Akechi, alive and well, entering the cafe. Akechi, alive, and his mind is racing back to his final moments back in depths of Shido's distorted heart and corrupted palace. Just. Akechi, here and cracking a joke as though his very existence before him isn't akin to seeing a ghost firsthand.
For the longest time, he simply stares at him, shocked to complete silence, wondering what words he meant to exchange with him had he the chance to back then- but every thought dies before it could ever escape his lips.
How long has it been now, how long has he been made to believe he'd died back there- how is it that this is literally the first time he ever heard of this guy being alive still. How, how, how. He places the towel onto the counter and steps closer to him, staring at him intensely so that he doesn't simply disappear right before his eyes. He had better not. Now, to go back on his earlier comment— ]
I'll make sure to let Sojiro-san know. [ About the lack of business, for one. ] You didn't come here to see me, I'm assuming.