[So full of malice and not in the sexy way... Alas, Akira wish he could claim that the reason why it's so hard to meet Mika's gaze is because he's intimidated by that resting bitch face, but he isn't. Not even remotely. It's more personal than that.

And maybe that's why he feels inclined to argue when he'd otherwise walk away. That, and Mika isn't exactly wrong.

Akira straightens out of his slump, hands dipping into his pockets. The broom at his side dissipates in a puff of red smoke.]

Starve anyone and they'll be grateful for their next meal. It's almost like people are people no matter what category you put them in.

[Humans, vampires, gacha game players. At their root, they're all the same.]

So what does that put you? Are you above your own kind?