[not his precious people!! he could never!! and. . . punishments--? wait, that doesn't feel right, either. . .?]
[at any rate, Akira lowers his hands his hands back to the table; the playful impishness that had danced across his expression just moments earlier has faded away, replaced by a frown with concern etched around the corners]
[. . .]
Hn. Well, I have an idea. [always one to play by his own rules, Akira leans forward, gesturing for Fox to do the same. he has a few questions to ask after this, but first things are first. . .!] C'mere for a second?
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[at any rate, Akira lowers his hands his hands back to the table; the playful impishness that had danced across his expression just moments earlier has faded away, replaced by a frown with concern etched around the corners]
[. . .]
Hn. Well, I have an idea. [always one to play by his own rules, Akira leans forward, gesturing for Fox to do the same. he has a few questions to ask after this, but first things are first. . .!] C'mere for a second?