“Shit… here?” He sighed softly before immediately drawing his blade. “If you’re still gonna fight me, whoever you are, you better be ready to die.” hostility in his tone, completely prepared to fight to escape the Kirjo Group’s goons. He began to relax when he saw the other male.
“So. Your name is Akishitko too?” The redhaired male asked, he still seemed on edge and ready to attack at any given moment, almost like a wounded animal fearing capture. “If you’re looking for the way out, go to that TV over there.” He wasn’t exactly willing to give out his name, he still had to go home, pack up, and run. He was worried that this guy would know who he was somehow and rat him out.
❝ I’m not. I just want to know how the hell did I get here? ❞
Akihiko remained on high alert, not only because the other is drawing his blade at him and threatening him, he also seem to know a lot more than he let on.
❝ Yeah, I’m Akihiko, what about it? ❞
Since the other went about roughly in his speech, Akihiko decided that he can’t be bothered to keep being cordial to the other. He feel tempted to just walk out, but the redhead might hold some important information about the Dark Hour or even Tartarus itself… and why did the other act as if he want to escape from the boxer?
He looked at the TV and then quickly back at the redhead… Ready to fend off any incoming attacks.
