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"You…mind holding this while I try and get my ring back? It’s fine if you’re on your way back."

He was going to take this action regardless on whether she wanted him to or not anyway, still bewildered at himself for even making the decision to go and help someone he hardly knew, perhaps it was a method to heighten his mood -- an odd thought for Akira to have, seeing as he never understood how helping others and making others happy would constitute to his own happiness, it was something he could never wrap his head around. Despite that, Akira took to removing his jacket, no hesitation nor were any questions asked as he held out the jacket for the woman to take, even though having made the solid decision, he wanted to get this over and done with. He ignores her request.           "It hasn't gone too far." Akira has attempted greater obstacles, so really this was nothing but running an errand, if he really needed to put an excuse to this sudden decision, he would blame boredom. There was of course the pride of a man to consider, or perhaps society's expectations on how one should perform, though Akira never went along with such rules placed unconsciously. Before he was able to get a response, Akira had already made his way to trekking through the water, lucky that it was a clear day and the water was calm as well as clean, he shouldn't have too much trouble in finding a ring so long as it wasn't hidden by dirt or a stone or anything of the sort. It'd be tedious if so, there's no telling how far Akira's patience would go today, though the day had been relatively quiet, so luck was on the woman's side it seems. After a short while of aimlessly treading water, there shone a faint glimmer from a direction, his gaze fixating on that area much like a gun pointing to its target. One dive, and he's resurface holding a clump of soggy dirt, that of which would soon part to seep between fingers as a dirty ring would appear upon his palm.        "...This is it, right?" He'd ask, returning to shore drenched but without a care, his arm outstretching towards the waiting individual.

                  ❝ still— I don’t think it would be wise to stay here for very long.                            the people.. don’t exactly take kindly to wanderers. ❞

To have wandered into an area, only to be told such words, Akira could laugh at how ironic this seemed. His expression doesn't falter, though Akira would obviously know better than to outright ignore her warning, despite such actions taken drastically in the past, he would listen, but first let curiosity take it's turn.      "What's up with this place then?" Surely he hasn't wandered into another blood-infested game. Although prepared, Akira wouldn't take kindly to running into any of Japan's soldiers, one of the reasons as to why he would talk to this stranger with a thin barrier placed in between.                   "I don't plan on sticking here for long."

                ruby hues are attentive to another, perhaps studying movements and intentions, concerning smile gracing rosy tiers— she knows these woods better than many, using them as a means of living here and there, understanding the threat of being in one place for too long; the consequence of another being found with her would not end well.

He'd respond in a slightly morbid tone, though really Akira should be grateful that he at least received a warning, even if it was something that he was confident he already knew -- although there are different levels of danger, it'd be most unwise for Akira to already know what to expect. He looked at the stranger with an indifferent expression, of course distant and reserved for the sake of not knowing her at all, and then there's the question of whether he could actually trust her words or not.

Another’s presence hadn’t been a factor of concern. Initially. But now — it’d just been embarrassing.

"....You lost something?" An obvious question, as it was, but judging by how far she'd thrown the pebble, it's perhaps not so much as 'impossible' to try and retrieve it.

                   The narrowing of eyes in his direction makes him feel a bit ill. Cannot he not go a day without bringing apparent misfortune on strangers? His gazes lowers, settling upon the ground. "…Sorry, did I offend you in some way?" he asks gently, gloved hands over one another on his chest. 

The atmosphere resonating around Akira would always give off this vibe, at least to most. He gave a somewhat awkward glance down towards his feet, mimicking the individual before him, settling upon the gravel before shuffling his foot to kick at a stone. The pause was a tad too long for the usual interval, deciding to carry on his sentence a little too late.       "--Sorry to make you think that."

Optics watch as earlier’s inert pebble hops along the surface of the body of water ahead before sinking. If only she’d been granted permission to introduce that old hag to the surface of her fist, but alas… A long, prolonged hug is what she’s really craving.

He'd chosen a spot to sit and rest, feeling lucky that he had more of a choice in where to go here as opposed to Igura where every choice determined the safety of the individual, he felt it was somewhat a leisure for him to be sitting here right now, all previous anxieties evaporated and instead he could feel his own heartbeat at a steady pulse, a rarity to his own ears. He could tell from here alone when tracing from the directional force of the pebble and resting upon the woman's face, she was somewhat irritated, a peculiar sight when having seen so many smiles in the vast sea of strangers today.      ( Though, perhaps it's not so much of a rarity to him. ) He'd watch, keeping the silence, no words he'd say would shift her gaze to anything else-- but of course he also had no reason to do anything, after all, it wasn't his problem, and so he'd remain as the silent observer.

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               ‘ —is there something i can do for you? ’ 

His tone neither harsh nor as blunt as usual, instead did Akira talk a tad bit nervous, after all, given how Igura was in terms of the people, he couldn't spare risking a fight of any sort, having gone this far. Akira speaks with a somewhat quiet and reserved tone, a sense of inferiority mixed with politeness embedded, he was playing it safe for the most part. He'd come to notice a moment later than the other seemed to have broken out of something, or perhaps it was the lingering feeling that he had disturbed something.      "--Sorry if I interrupted you."

akira is one billion percent done with this shit

        The deafening silence returned , nearly toe to toe with the silver haired teen. Gunji’s fingers grip at a brick wall, prongs of his weapons scraping the surface to create a drawled screech that bounced through the narrow alley, looking down through hooded bangs.

"Leave me alone." It's a surprise that he can even withstand such a noise, (that's if you call one covering their ears with a warped expression as withstanding), perhaps now would be a good time to make a run for it, but of course Akira opted to only taking one step back in response and going no further.