[Maybe back home, Akira could've smelled some kind of fancy cologne, or the gentle warmth of coffee, or even a hint of blood. But here, it's nothing but the soft scent of whatever generic laundry detergent he's been using.
It's strange. As if this place has worn down some of his edges.]
Ah. Well, I'm sure he was still overjoyed to see you. [Perhaps not, but. Akechi's not sure how he feels about Joker being stuck here, either. This place has taken so much from him, and he's not sure he could tolerate seeing it take from Akira.]
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It's strange. As if this place has worn down some of his edges.]
Ah. Well, I'm sure he was still overjoyed to see you. [Perhaps not, but. Akechi's not sure how he feels about Joker being stuck here, either. This place has taken so much from him, and he's not sure he could tolerate seeing it take from Akira.]
Now. Where were we?