[ Akechi has revealed himself to not only be a skilled persona user – someone with experience wielding a creature generated from the collective unconscious and sealed to their very souls – but an efficient and tempered-enthusiastic killer of, at the very least, gigantic monsters.

Maruki is the preeminent living mind in cognitive psience, with complete control over an individual's reality that recently extended to control over the entire world, and a newly-named persona of his own whose combat skills he's dearly looking forward to testing.

And they are staring at each other, completely blank in expression, horrified by their own topic. ]

Ah. I see.

[ He cannot steeple his own hands in front of his face. He can only run his left through his hair, open his mouth to speak. Close it. Gesture vaguely. Take another breath as if to manage to say something. Fail. Sigh. Adjust his glasses. Try again. ]

Thank you for being so considerate. As we are both adults living in a shared space, I shouldn't have to say that the same goes for you. We both have the autonomy to live our lives as we choose, and the courtesy to respect one another by providing ample warning.

[ He pushes off the counter to cross the kitchen, over to the bar where Akechi sits. ]

However.

[ He leans over, grabs the little crossword book two seats down from Akechi, and lightly swats him right on top of the head with it. ]

That's not what happened! That's not what's going to happen! Are you out of your mind!? I never want anyone in my room again!