[having not actually expected Minato to take that offer, Akira lets a genuine smile-- not a smirk, or a smug grin-- curl up the corners of his mouth. right. this Confidant goes both ways. if he wants Minato to rely on him. . . he's got to rely on Minato a bit, too]
I'll tell you all about it.
[he eventually says as he hoists himself back to his feet]
It's a long story, so you might want to make yourself some popcorn before I st--
[he may have succeeded in standing up, but stepping forward is a whole different matter entirely. as he moves, he can feel his right leg, the one that unfortunately came out of that interrogation worse off than the other (all because he refused to sign that stupid confession at first) suddenly give out from under him. a streak of pain shoots up his thigh, and Akira cuts himself off with a hiss, trips forward, and is only stopped from eating gravel because of the fencing surrounding their alcove. he just barely manages to stick out a hand and catch himself against it on time]
no subject
I'll tell you all about it.
[he eventually says as he hoists himself back to his feet]
It's a long story, so you might want to make yourself some popcorn before I st--
[he may have succeeded in standing up, but stepping forward is a whole different matter entirely. as he moves, he can feel his right leg, the one that unfortunately came out of that interrogation worse off than the other (all because he refused to sign that stupid confession at first) suddenly give out from under him. a streak of pain shoots up his thigh, and Akira cuts himself off with a hiss, trips forward, and is only stopped from eating gravel because of the fencing surrounding their alcove. he just barely manages to stick out a hand and catch himself against it on time]