[Though Akechi isn't short by any means, sat beside Concord he looks downright tiny. Even if Concord is slumped at the bar, his height and broadness are on full display given the summerwear they gave him was just a simple, jet black speedo. He has his massively long braid of hair pulled over his shoulder and tucked protectively at his front instead of hanging down his back. The abrupt violence that would happen if someone drunk got touchy or tugged on it.... that's better left avoided.]
You don't have to do that. [Concord says dismissively. Only for the bartender to ask if he'd like another of his own drink, Concord to nod, and the order to fail. "You're out of vouchers, wildcard. You sharing?" And Concord just eats his words immediately,]
....... I supposed I am. [you got him, Akechi, yeah]
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You don't have to do that. [Concord says dismissively. Only for the bartender to ask if he'd like another of his own drink, Concord to nod, and the order to fail. "You're out of vouchers, wildcard. You sharing?" And Concord just eats his words immediately,]
....... I supposed I am. [you got him, Akechi, yeah]