[The unexpected term of endearment makes Akechi snort derisively, though the tips of his ears flush red beneath his hair. How stupid. Doubly so that Ren would call him that after the torture they'd both experienced over the last few endless days.]
That's my question for you, idiot. You're the one who refused to dress for the weather.
[He extends a leather-gloved hand expectantly, waiting for a cigarette to be offered. It's become something he can share only with Ren, something that's at once paradoxically a form of rebellion, and a socially-acceptable form of intimacy.]
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That's my question for you, idiot. You're the one who refused to dress for the weather.
[He extends a leather-gloved hand expectantly, waiting for a cigarette to be offered. It's become something he can share only with Ren, something that's at once paradoxically a form of rebellion, and a socially-acceptable form of intimacy.]