@queenstead // cont.
In comparison, the courthouse was a familiar sight to Akechi, evident in the easy manner he carried himself throughout their entire exchange. He laughed a polite laugh and swept an open palm to the side to gesture for Makoto to enter first. “I could never turn down an invitation from you, Niijima-san. You caught me on a free day but, I would have made time for you even if that wasn’t the case.” If a task popped up later anyway, he would have to come to the courthouse regardless; the decision was a simple matter of a hypothetical two birds one stone.
It was clear that the younger Niijima was similarly interested in law and order; to come and observe a trial in her free time was true to her studious nature. They made idle conversation while crossing over the tile floors of the courthouse, making their way over to a court clerk’s office for a roster of possible cases to sit in for the day.
“I have to say,” He interjected. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask Sae-san to come with you instead. A prosecutor’s much more valuable than a rookie detective for trials. Should I assume that you didn’t mention this little trip to her either?”















