The Akechi that approaches Makoto isn't anything like the Goro Akechi she knows - there's no artificial sweetness to him, no condescending little smile, no pleasant lilt of his voice - instead, he seems irritated, mouth pressed into a thin line, his body language closed rather than open.
"Niijima." Her surname drawled out as if he was bored. Akechi's dressed like the rest of the fae in this place, in tight clothing with too many laces. "I should have expected you would come trailing in after the rest."
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The Akechi that approaches Makoto isn't anything like the Goro Akechi she knows - there's no artificial sweetness to him, no condescending little smile, no pleasant lilt of his voice - instead, he seems irritated, mouth pressed into a thin line, his body language closed rather than open.
"Niijima." Her surname drawled out as if he was bored. Akechi's dressed like the rest of the fae in this place, in tight clothing with too many laces. "I should have expected you would come trailing in after the rest."