Well. Bad news first, then. [His eyes slide over Akechi, take in the way he eyes the shadow. It makes a thrill spool out through his chest, even in his preparation to dissuade him should he try it.] I have to read your fortune in order for us to leave.

[He knows it bothers Akechi. And really, it should get on his nerves too...

...but how can it, when Akira feels more at peace than he has in longer than he'd like to think about?]

Maybe you won't see it the same, but I think the good news here is that you have a fortune to be told at all.

[Akechi has a future. It sings under his veins, makes his steps feel lighter. The glove, back in its rightful place in his back pocket, feels more like more of a comfort than it ever has.]