He still isnāt leaving! Kanami screamed mentally. This was the last thing she wanted right now. She just wanted to sleep! She had a day off the next day, she could sleep in!
Sheās just managed to settle herself comfortably on her beany throne when his words catch her attention.Ā āCorruption? What corruption? I donāt work for corrup-⦠wait. You saidĀ āindustryā,ā she says as he lowers himself to her level.Ā āDoes that mean itās not us? ā¦Or at least not me?ā
Now face-to-face, she has to admit that the mask is actually kind of nice. A little contrasty compared to all the black and red, but nice. Blinking a few times, she snaps from her hazy thoughts that want her to nab the mask just as he apologizes. Stakeout. Apology. Apology good.
Seeing his outstretched hand, Kanami decides sheās done arguing with the caped crusader. With a slow, very deliberate movement, she takes the proffered hand.Ā āKanami Mashita⦠but you knew that already.ā
āNot you, no. But, I hope you donāt mind when I say that you were the perfect entrance to finding our mark.ā He smirked a little bit, nodding his head as he looked around the room to avoid looking her too closely in the eye.
...Not that he had an aversion to her-- But, even with how forward he tended to be as a career therapy thief, Akira found it key to maintain a sense of mutable distance between himself and that of his target or informant.Ā
Never mix business and pleasure.
āAt least, you were when the plan started before things went south.ā
His crimson glove gripped her hand firmly, but with the utmost gentle touch that he could muster as to not accidentally injure the world-class idol group leader with his deft reflex-- cultivated from a long time of being at this business, of course.
ā-- That I did, yes. Not particularly too hard a feat, at least in comparison to myself.ā He mused to himself really, a smile of small mirth emanating from his thin lip.Ā ā...But, what I also know is that, I need a little favor from you. Information, contacts, espionage. Of which, I know youāll say yes.ā
Slowly, he began to stand up from her position of the bean bag as his gloved hand still remained loosely wrapped around her own.Ā āLong story made short, I need your managerās manager. Short story made long...ā
ā...Well, we can discuss that more over some actual tea. Do you prefer Earl Grey or Vanilla?ā