What first fucking thing? Him looking at the board- is that one thing he did? Or was it when he tried to rectify his words because as far as Akechi should have been concerned- the only one who was taking the pains to land a good impression was Kira. Not him. Thank god his powers didn't work that time- it gave him enough of a headsup to never even bother for any of their future interactions.

The only thing that kept it going was Falcon's reactions though he's not going to try and admit that.

Akira carefully watches him, body shifting when he watches him raise his hands.

He has a bad feeling.

The inhibitors load and Akira's already glancing down at his phone again- now taking another glance at a camera as he releases his gun and CLAPS!! almost out of panic as he shifts back to the position of the drone. He quickly grabs it- the bullet whizzing right through and nearly embedding into his arm as he clutches it tight to his chest and goes around the aisle's shelf- his shoes clattering against the items collected by the robot. He presses his back and takes cover behind it.

His lips almost pull into a nervous smile. The bangs through the bullets filter through as he guards his head and the drone. His ears are ringing and his head is definitely out of commission. He's really done it now.

Silence reigns. He takes one glance at his phone and yep- all the cameras he had connected with to this store have all turned to black screens. Great strategy to really corner him down- he will give him that. The only good things he has saved is his phone, the drone to his chest and the packed drones kept deep within his bag. There's no way he can use them and its better if he doesn't have to.

"...Are you done or is there anything else you need to shoot?"