[ Akechi, to his displeasure, has a shirt that says Ask me about my baggage! While it's not terribly revealing, it's not something he's thrilled about. For one, he most certainly will not talk about his baggage. What baggage? The shirt, clearly, ended up on the wrong person. Nevermind that all he's wearing, aside from undergarments, is a shirt...
Still. He's nothing if not sociable. Akechi approaches someone, a smile plastered on his face. ]
Should I really ask you, or is that a sensitive topic?
[ Honestly, he doesn't care. He just wants his damn clothes back. ]
on a flip chart; [ Unfortunately, Akechi had outright refused to talk about his baggage. So into a locked room he'd been ushered. He's even less thrilled about this, though he makes a valiant effort at concealing just how pissed off he actually is. Which, really, is remarkably difficult when you've been shoved into an indestructible shirt with another person. ]
... To the point, aren't they.
[ Has anyone ever said anything in such a dry voice... ]
the long way around; [ At some point, Akechi gets a face full of... cinnamon pear. Akechi coughs and waves a hand in his face, but he suddenly feels... a lot bolder? More adventurous, at the very least. He isn't sure how he feels about that, but-- ]
It seems a shame to waste so much product. [ He glances to whoever's nearby. ] Wouldn't you say?
[ Or he gets hit with something else. Choose your scentventure! ]
Goro Akechi | Persona 5 | Dominant | ota
Really, is this necessary...?
[ Akechi, to his displeasure, has a shirt that says Ask me about my baggage! While it's not terribly revealing, it's not something he's thrilled about. For one, he most certainly will not talk about his baggage. What baggage? The shirt, clearly, ended up on the wrong person. Nevermind that all he's wearing, aside from undergarments, is a shirt...
Still. He's nothing if not sociable. Akechi approaches someone, a smile plastered on his face. ]
Should I really ask you, or is that a sensitive topic?
[ Honestly, he doesn't care. He just wants his damn clothes back. ]
on a flip chart;
[ Unfortunately, Akechi had outright refused to talk about his baggage. So into a locked room he'd been ushered. He's even less thrilled about this, though he makes a valiant effort at concealing just how pissed off he actually is. Which, really, is remarkably difficult when you've been shoved into an indestructible shirt with another person. ]
... To the point, aren't they.
[ Has anyone ever said anything in such a dry voice... ]
the long way around;
[ At some point, Akechi gets a face full of... cinnamon pear. Akechi coughs and waves a hand in his face, but he suddenly feels... a lot bolder? More adventurous, at the very least. He isn't sure how he feels about that, but-- ]
It seems a shame to waste so much product. [ He glances to whoever's nearby. ] Wouldn't you say?
[ Or he gets hit with something else. Choose your scentventure! ]