[If it weren't for his partner working on this day, Akechi wouldn't be here. The loud crowds, the numerous people watching the projected game—it's nauseating, especially since there is little that is truly special about Red Wings. (Little, but not nothing: Ren does work here, after all.) He sits at the bar a bit disdainful for anyone trying to cram in around his elbows. He looks up at them, says nothing, and continues reading his book in front of him.
Or attempts to do that.
In truth, Akechi likes baseball well enough, but he doesn't like the "everything else" about this.
It's why he takes a welcome distraction. El's message came in like normal, but Akechi is the type of person who doesn't take care to find newcomers. He can't tell that that's what Kitty is. He merely sees a means of distraction.]
And what did you find? Several bottles just beyond reach? Or was there something else more interesting to be had?
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Or attempts to do that.
In truth, Akechi likes baseball well enough, but he doesn't like the "everything else" about this.
It's why he takes a welcome distraction. El's message came in like normal, but Akechi is the type of person who doesn't take care to find newcomers. He can't tell that that's what Kitty is. He merely sees a means of distraction.]
And what did you find? Several bottles just beyond reach? Or was there something else more interesting to be had?