[The world stills - Akechi's expression along with it. A smile plastered, ever present, ever perfect.

This is why he prefers text.

The words fly over his head, persistent static in his skull melting the horrific embarrassment away over that shit situation. He hates this goddamn reality.

He waves his free hand - coating wrath with a veneer of false amusement.]

Ah, that does sound like me. I was somewhat obsessed with a show called 'Featherman' as a child. I hope it wasn't too irritating for you.