[the motion is subtle, but it catches Akira's attention anyway, gaze trailing towards that gloved hand, eyes slightly narrow. he can't see what's underneath, but. . . he can take an educated guess. after all, Yusuke's was in his palm]
[his hackles raise again, fingers curling into a tight fist before he releases it. the heart of every single asshole responsible for this, he thinks. I'll tear out them all.]
[. . .]
[a deep exhale. anger has always served him well, as fuel for the justice he carried out at home. but right now, it won't do much]
Yusuke filled me in. So did a few other people. And I've had a look around.
[he certainly didn't know upon first arrival. he is sure there are still many things he has to learn. but he is getting there]
no subject
[his hackles raise again, fingers curling into a tight fist before he releases it. the heart of every single asshole responsible for this, he thinks. I'll tear out them all.]
[. . .]
[a deep exhale. anger has always served him well, as fuel for the justice he carried out at home. but right now, it won't do much]
Yusuke filled me in. So did a few other people. And I've had a look around.
[he certainly didn't know upon first arrival. he is sure there are still many things he has to learn. but he is getting there]
[also: he holds out a hand expectantly]
Elbow, please.