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[of course Akira's door is ajar, although probably only because he forgot. . . to close it. good job, kid. it's probably no surprise that the room is mostly empty considering his status as a newbie too, save for the gifted tapestry (which is draped over the bedside table, the image of the quaint coffee shop in the center clearly in view) and Akira himself, who is perched on the edge of his bed, tying with a digital sports watch in his hands]

[his gaze snaps up as soon as Siegfried pokes her head into the room. gray eyes blink at her a few times, before he arches a brow, and. . .]

You should probably work on your stealth stat.

[he jokes]