[All his provocations are met with deaf ears and Kazuya shakes it off like Akechi is a nuisance.
It's annoying. Irritating. He can't stand the look behind Kazuya's shifting gaze - the lack of drive and agony doesn't suit him. ]
It seems you've got other things on your mind. [Slow. Intentional. A couple steps forward to close the gap between them, though Akechi does nothing except stand.] I'm happy to let you go - you're not worth much to me right now, but I have one thing I'd like to try before you do. Are you willing to hear it out? I feel as if you owe me that much.
[He doesn't like it, but he supposes that if they do know each other, that Kazuya does owe him at least this much. May as well remain polite, there's no need to make enemies here, right?]
A little warning might be good for something like that, you know.
[Idly, he rubs the side of his face. It hurts, but it's really dull. A barely present feeling. Which is odd, considering it'd also seemed like he'd thrown a pretty good one?
He doesn't have time to think about that right now. Instead, he backs up a few steps, unsure.]
[Latch onto him...? Like hell. This guy is a certified freak, and now he knows it for certain. Even if the bodies around hadn't been there, who just waltzes up and decks someone in the face?
Yeah, no. Kazuya's hightailing it outta here. The less time he spends around this guy the better, he's definitely up to no good.]
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It's annoying. Irritating. He can't stand the look behind Kazuya's shifting gaze - the lack of drive and agony doesn't suit him. ]
It seems you've got other things on your mind. [Slow. Intentional. A couple steps forward to close the gap between them, though Akechi does nothing except stand.] I'm happy to let you go - you're not worth much to me right now, but I have one thing I'd like to try before you do. Are you willing to hear it out? I feel as if you owe me that much.
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[He doesn't like it, but he supposes that if they do know each other, that Kazuya does owe him at least this much. May as well remain polite, there's no need to make enemies here, right?]
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Akechi grasps the front of Kazuya's shirt and punches the side of his face. ♥]
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Kazuya is hit.
He stumbles a little, even with the grip on his shirt to steady him. It-
Doesn't hurt. Not really.
There's a lingering sensation in his face, enough to know that the hit should have hurt. Should have rattled him, made him dizzy, but it doesn't.
Reflexively, his hands come up and he shoves at Akechi as hard as he can, not knowing the strength he has in his body.]
What was that for...!?
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But he doesn't do what Akechi wants. Doesn't fight back. Doesn't go on the offensive. No shadows or demons appear to rip through Akechi's flesh.
Infuriating.]
I thought the shock might change you back, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
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[Idly, he rubs the side of his face. It hurts, but it's really dull. A barely present feeling. Which is odd, considering it'd also seemed like he'd thrown a pretty good one?
He doesn't have time to think about that right now. Instead, he backs up a few steps, unsure.]
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[If Kazuya is still like this-
He can't stand it. Won't stand for it. Next time he'll use a blade.
Akechi doesn't move from his spot and lets him back up.]
I have work to do. Since you're incapable of helping me, go find someone else to latch on.
this is probably a wrap
[Latch onto him...? Like hell. This guy is a certified freak, and now he knows it for certain. Even if the bodies around hadn't been there, who just waltzes up and decks someone in the face?
Yeah, no. Kazuya's hightailing it outta here. The less time he spends around this guy the better, he's definitely up to no good.]