akutagawa stands awkwardly close to the wall, a red solo cup filled with unidentifiable liquid in his hand. it is practically untouched - even though this is a christmas party of all things, he is the rabid dog of the port mafia for a reason - he serves his purpose as a guard dog with vigilance. ‎ his empty, void-like eyes scan the area, before focusing on atsushi, who was walking over towards him determinedly. the man had a gaudy reindeer headband, complete with tinsel and bells on the antlers. ‎ “…yes, atsushi?” ‎ akutagawa refrains from any unsavory nicknames. it is the holidays after all, though that serves no difference in his opinion. throughout his time working with the weretiger, they have grown from belligerent enemies to tentative partners.