[ Maruki has to breathe a sigh of relief when the dragonkin guards don't give any indication that he's gone too far. Azathoth doesn't exactly have a less destructive mode, and all of his concentration and willpower have gone into channeling that damage exactly where it ought to be and no further. The path is cleared, and–
Akechi extends a hand to him. He could almost laugh. God, he's good at playing the part.
Maruki takes it without missing a beat, steps up into the carriage to take his seat next to him, head bowed and shaking side to side with a deferential smile. ]
Only if there's purpose to it. I'm just glad I could be of service.
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Akechi extends a hand to him. He could almost laugh. God, he's good at playing the part.
Maruki takes it without missing a beat, steps up into the carriage to take his seat next to him, head bowed and shaking side to side with a deferential smile. ]
Only if there's purpose to it. I'm just glad I could be of service.
[ Gross. ]