Hearing her throw out the word competition brings a slight ghost of a smile twitching across his mouth. With Akechi, everything is a competition, whether the one he's competing with knows it or not. The fact that this woman seems to feel the same way is amusing in a way he can't fully put into words. To think he could spend the whole of his life never meeting anyone who even vaguely understood him, only to stumble upon this utter stranger while they're both prisoners of the fae.
There's something deeply funny about it.
Akechi relieves Clea of her empty glass before his eyes are flicking back to her, assessing her in return. Obviously he's met dozens of non-humans in this place since his arrival some months earlier, but never another person who looks like Clea before. Her skin is the most beautiful shade of gray, not unlike a living statue, with pretty flecks and splatters of gold across the surface. Akechi himself has recently gained his own glittering gold on his skin as of late, gifted to him by the fae in the form of golden freckles across his face.
Whatever he quietly assesses of her, it seems to be enough that he nods in response to her introduction.
"Akechi." Simple enough. From their conversation so far, he imagines she's not the type of woman to spout out bullshit about 'what a pleasure it is' and all of that nonsense. She seems straight to the point, just like him. Good.
"It would be unfair of us to enter together." Listen, they've been speaking for two minutes and she already sounds smarter than 90% of the population here. "...But not technically against the rules."
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There's something deeply funny about it.
Akechi relieves Clea of her empty glass before his eyes are flicking back to her, assessing her in return. Obviously he's met dozens of non-humans in this place since his arrival some months earlier, but never another person who looks like Clea before. Her skin is the most beautiful shade of gray, not unlike a living statue, with pretty flecks and splatters of gold across the surface. Akechi himself has recently gained his own glittering gold on his skin as of late, gifted to him by the fae in the form of golden freckles across his face.
Whatever he quietly assesses of her, it seems to be enough that he nods in response to her introduction.
"Akechi." Simple enough. From their conversation so far, he imagines she's not the type of woman to spout out bullshit about 'what a pleasure it is' and all of that nonsense. She seems straight to the point, just like him. Good.
"It would be unfair of us to enter together." Listen, they've been speaking for two minutes and she already sounds smarter than 90% of the population here. "...But not technically against the rules."