Ah.

Kira finishes his snide serenade with a quick look down at the spilled pieces. Oh. He wasn't expecting that.

"Guess its better this way." Because really- its him and Falcon we are talking about. He doesn't even feel slight remorse, only surprise and perhaps a little satisfaction of biting back at him like he pulled his persona before.

Akira hangs off on the edge, head tilting as all the cheer wears off his face. He simply stares at him again, unnerving and unflinching before his eyes widen at the term meatbag. Welp, that's a good insult. He would give him some appreciation over that rather than something like picture boy.

"Oh please, tinhead," he shakes his head- still speaking into his microphone as his glasses conceal the anger in those eyes. "You and I both know you wouldn’t leave until you figured out a way to drive me out of this store." Judging by how their previous interaction went- it would be a fair assumption would it not?

He lowers the microphone this time and continues with a raised index. "Oh oh- actually- you would probably summon Robin Hood and attempt to kill me. You could probably do it right now because why the fuck not, you conniving asshole!"