“Get a grip, will you—?!”

Akito was in pure denial of this situation. He was adament on not believing you. Youre quitting music..? He just couldnt comprehend it.

“You better stop with that bullshit! Are you asking for a black eye or something?!”

He was taking out too much anger. But he was far too gone now. He had you by the collar of your shirt, and he could do just about anything.