[ the mechanical personality (or lack thereof) is working, at least, because Akechi doesn't scoff at Ryuji's suggestion or react at all to being expected to retrieve the piece of wire he threw. he stands up, collects the wire from where it landed halfway across the room, and goes to sit back down in complete silence. Shido, he reminds himself. bites his tongue and thinks about what it was like when he was Shido's dog. the way that cognitive thing Shido made looked at him, how it spoke and moved and felt nothing at all.

it doesn't bother him to do this any more than his Detective Prince act does. this is just the easiest way. ]

We know more than that. [ he's starting to wish that he had a notebook as usual so that he could have made a list — not because he can't remember everything, but just to make it more concise. he'll think of a replacement for it eventually; for now, he finds himself fidgeting a little, having a pen to tap against his leg such a familiar habit that it feels off to be without. ] Not a great deal, mind you, but there's been a few interesting things that have come up.

[ he crosses one leg over the other and places his hands together on his thigh, still holding the wires. a stiff, TV interview pose. and he's finally looking up at them, but he isn't quite making eye contact — his gaze is always just slightly off to the side of someone, as if it'll ruin the distance he's creating just by meeting their eye. ]

I'll go through everything I know, if the rest of you don't mind?