So long as I don't have to vanquish a demigod again...

[ It's a half-hearted joke that trails off and dies as more video game bullshit invades their space.

Maruki twists in his seat to watch the pixelated mystery man, uncaring of how obvious he is. Better to know what's going on and react accordingly than to try to play it cool.

The music is– irritating. And a bit foreboding. He's found himself thinking that often lately. More games ought to sound the way Dolph's club did that night–

No, he's doing his best not to think of that night.

Maruki inclines his head back toward Akechi without looking away from the man, eyebrows raised, tone mild. ]

Very subtle. I wonder if his intentions might bend toward the nefarious?

[ And then, just as he's about to turn his attention away just long enough to finish off his coffee before things go south, from the corner of his eye he catches–

A flash of orange from within that hood. The glint of light reflected off glasses.

His hand resting on the table curls into a fist, and his voice drops to the lowest sotto voce. ]

Akechi.

[ Did you see what I just saw, the unspoken question hanging off the end of his name. ]