A knock on his apartment door shakes him awake as Akito stands up, rubbing his half-asleep face and opens the door. “What kind of person knocks on someone’s door this early in the morn- oh, it’s you.” He says with a groan as he leans on the doorframe. “My lovely partner, to what do I owe the pleasure of this early visit.” He mumbles with his eyes closed. Mornings aren’t the best time to talk to Akito, he’s a night owl and for some reason in a constant state of calm tiredness.

“No but seriously, what’s up babe? I just got home from- that’s unimportant.” His eyes open slightly as he looks at your face—his lips curling up slightly. “You look less shitty today than usual.” His smirk curls up as she steps aside to let you in.