Is that what you really think? I'll work on that.

[ Akira never quite found it unsettling as it is annoying at times, but who is he to ever judge laughter? Whether fake or not, it can emulate and bring about positive emotions—contagious. Either way, he's not offended, only thoughtful as he strokes his chin and lets his eyes glaze over the wall of coffee beans behind the counter.

A part of him wonders how this life is supposed to play... Should he practice vigilance and caution? Is he supposed to be bold? Akira is finally in the position that barred him from making noticeable progress, or at least what he assumes to be the barricade. It's fine to skirt on the edge of danger as long as you play it off as a joke, maybe even his own method of investigation though reckless.

He softly hums as he tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to Goro with this piece. ]

Actually, I have. I'm what everyone would consider a Phantom Thief.

[ Did the universe explode? When those words leave his mouth, he can feel his body tense and brace for impact. ]