Akira groans a bit as he keeps a hand behind his back, now glaring down at Falcon who is practically exploding him. He just...broke some of the equipment he was collecting and perhaps pushed his luck- but! It was the simple case about the aisle. Falcon could have chosen to move but no he wanted to humiliate him in some fucking way. There was nothing civil between them but atleast-
Atleast this cleared up his view on him.
"And what's your idea of an Amamiya? A yes-man? Someone who has to constantly mould himself in your good graces cause that's some fucking mental olympics." He keeps his voice even, eyes glowering with a burning rage resembling charcoal catching fire. "If that's the case- I feel sorry for that Amamiya."
He shakes his head, completely serious. "Think about this for a second- what the fuck will I do with controlling you?!" With his drone bagged, he brings his two index and points at his own head. "THINK! Use that thing in your head you call a brain-! Or-! Wherever your brain is-! This world means nothing and taking control of anyone- if I did actually do it would earn me NOTHING! Especially from you!"
"God."
"When I pissed you off that time- all I wanted was to take those words back..." he scoffs as he looks down at the ground. "That's all I have done. Take my words back. Take my actions back for everyone. You say I don't treat people like humans- it's wrong! All wrong! I do it for them! You demonize me- its as simple!" He raises his head once more. "Well, you are by far one of the most pathetic and stupid Akechis I know so- " he shrugs as his voice draws sardonically- "What a beautiful pair, right?"
"Fuck you."
He rubs his nose and this time without even taking a glance at anything else, he brings his hands together and doesn't offer another glance. He has most of what he needs- he will just get them later.
CLAP!!!
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The camera looking over a certain bedroom glows red again as Akira materializes in the hotel room with his bag. He tosses away a bag on the side and takes a glance at the footage presented on his laptop placed on the study table. The screen had a single window on it. It's a LIVE CCTV footage- starring him looking at his own laptop. He looks up once as the camera catches the same exact movement before going to CLOSE FOOTAGE and flops down on the chair.
He clutches his head, sighing heavily as the aftershock of their event settles down on him.
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Atleast this cleared up his view on him.
"And what's your idea of an Amamiya? A yes-man? Someone who has to constantly mould himself in your good graces cause that's some fucking mental olympics." He keeps his voice even, eyes glowering with a burning rage resembling charcoal catching fire. "If that's the case- I feel sorry for that Amamiya."
He shakes his head, completely serious. "Think about this for a second- what the fuck will I do with controlling you?!" With his drone bagged, he brings his two index and points at his own head. "THINK! Use that thing in your head you call a brain-! Or-! Wherever your brain is-! This world means nothing and taking control of anyone- if I did actually do it would earn me NOTHING! Especially from you!"
"God."
"When I pissed you off that time- all I wanted was to take those words back..." he scoffs as he looks down at the ground. "That's all I have done. Take my words back. Take my actions back for everyone. You say I don't treat people like humans- it's wrong! All wrong! I do it for them! You demonize me- its as simple!"
He raises his head once more. "Well, you are by far one of the most pathetic and stupid Akechis I know so- " he shrugs as his voice draws sardonically- "What a beautiful pair, right?"
"Fuck you."
He rubs his nose and this time without even taking a glance at anything else, he brings his hands together and doesn't offer another glance. He has most of what he needs- he will just get them later.
CLAP!!!
=====
The camera looking over a certain bedroom glows red again as Akira materializes in the hotel room with his bag. He tosses away a bag on the side and takes a glance at the footage presented on his laptop placed on the study table. The screen had a single window on it. It's a LIVE CCTV footage- starring him looking at his own laptop. He looks up once as the camera catches the same exact movement before going to CLOSE FOOTAGE and flops down on the chair.
He clutches his head, sighing heavily as the aftershock of their event settles down on him.