[In the grand scheme of things, Leblanc was one of the places Akechi felt most comfortable. Those places were very few and far between in his life, and this one specifically is caught up in all kinds of other complicated feelings (because when are they not). Heavenly Blanc isn't Leblanc, not really, but there's no mistaking the way the atmosphere, even in the semi-darkness, feels welcoming. He can't even chalk that one up to cognition. It's just plain wishful thinking.
So when he senses a shadowy presence, it's perhaps the incongruity of a potential threat in a comforting place that sends his adrenaline into overdrive. His hand slips into his jacket pocket to wrap gloved fingers around the hilt of the knife he and Ren share, though he doesn't draw it yet.]
Stop lurking, [he snarls, like an asshole, because like, of course he does.]
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So when he senses a shadowy presence, it's perhaps the incongruity of a potential threat in a comforting place that sends his adrenaline into overdrive. His hand slips into his jacket pocket to wrap gloved fingers around the hilt of the knife he and Ren share, though he doesn't draw it yet.]
Stop lurking, [he snarls, like an asshole, because like, of course he does.]