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[Iwai isn’t aware of Arsène as a separate entity from Akira.]
He watches Kurusu dismantle a model pistol, silent and dutiful, if a bit spacey from time to time. It’s in these moments that Iwai sees a normal high school boy who was dealt a bad hand in life, trying his best to make a new life for himself. So far removed from the proud individual who strode up to his counter and offered his services to Iwai in exchange for a hefty, if mutually agreed upon, price. There was no sense of smug self-satisfaction or playfully predatory flash of teeth bared in a crooked smile- A side to the teen that he still had yet to parse.
He’s been over here for the past two weeks… Isn’t he worried about his midterms? Which subjects is he even good at in school…? Eh, he probably daydreams half the time.
[Iwai has interacted with Arsène, either ‘in person’, or through Akira.]
He’s never heard of Personas until he became an accomplice to a certain leader of misfits and the concept, as much as it sounds like a load of horseshit, is something that even he can grasp.
Iwai never professed to being an intelligent man. Things like astronomy went way over his head, he was firmly planted in the realm of simple realities and basic facts. The existence of the Metaverse didn’t especially catch his interest, but the powerful being that was born from that world and crossed the boundaries into his own small and boring corner of Shibuya… Well, that was a different story.
With one long leg crossed over the other, Arsène managed to take up far too much of the empty space within Untouchable’s storage room. That stupid smirk on his face was enough to annoy Iwai into grinding his cherry sucker into pieces between his back molars, but he also finds himself drawn to the enigmatic presence that kept him on his toes with quick witticisms and a goading brand of humor.
I feel like I should be offering him some kinda fancy-ass tea. Or maybe something a little stronger- Can he even eat or drink? Shit, man, you’re staring…