[Umeda tends to talk. He can be quiet and he absolutely enjoys his alone time, but he also enjoys being with people. Akira is at least interesting, so he had no intentions of just moving on.]


That's not really much to work with Akira. You didn't even crack a joke at my expense.


[He took another step closer, though still far outside a normal person's personal bubble, smile dimming a little. Akira wasn't playing with him, wasn't engaging at all really, and that bothered the hell out of him. Umeda couldn't just leave a wounded puppy out in the rain, no matter how much he disliked picking up strays. It seemed to be a habit. He sighed and straightened under his umbrella, decision made.]


Come on. I'll buy you a drink someplace.