with his hand to his heart like a startled maiden, he laughs, squatting down to pick it up. ]
So I see! A toy sword, is it...? How charming. [ and he turns his hand so it comes in and out again. when it lights up, his whole face also lights up like this is christmas morning. ] I've never seen anything like it, before.
[ okay well despite the cool outfit— i’m just kidding its not cool. he does not have the body for this. somehow this costume already looks sad and bedraggled and it’s only been on him for five minutes. it’s gently shedding feathers. pathetic, wet aura. it’s fine, this costume means nothing to him, he is used to feathers.
that’s all well and good though because he’s just standing here kind of in the middle of all the activity and staring at a knife and silently frowning for a while.
yes obviously the knife is covered in blood. ]
ii.
[ you can watch him try to open one of the bathroom doors, find it locked, sigh SO VERY DEEPLY and then plonk his forehead against it. ]
That seems about right.
iii.
[ later i guess just sitting at the cafe, looking over all of his stuff - there is like nothing here that makes any sense to him. except the knitted scarf. that makes sense, obviously. the knife is still here. ]
Well, don’t look at me, I’m as confused as you are. It’s not what I was expecting either.
[ he’s not addressing you. he’s talking to the squishmallow which is sitting in front of him instead. gently squishing it. ]
Then again the Chantry hasn’t been right on many counts lately …
[Akihiko is looking away just enough not to lose track of any conversation, but yeah, although normally he's not all that persnickety about clothes, this is revealing enough for him to feel like looking in that direction probably is something he shouldn't do]
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