[Look, sometimes when you aggressively and repeatedly lie to people, you end up counting yourself among them. In this Akechi's case, he had convinced himself that romance was Beneath Him until the exact moment he accidentally stumbled into it.]
Nothing, nothing. No accounting for taste, I suppose.
[There we go. Back on track with the petty sniping. This is fine. CONCEAL DON'T FEEL.]
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Nothing, nothing. No accounting for taste, I suppose.
[There we go. Back on track with the petty sniping. This is fine. CONCEAL DON'T FEEL.]