[ oh, what was her name... blake, right? blake. with the cat ears, and the cynical-yet-practical look on life. with cat ears.
-- that's irrelevant.
he doesn't answer immediately, scanning the room with a glance before returning his gaze to the cards. it's clear he's not trying to outwardly draw attention to himself, but his eyes flicker over to the table to their immediate right once more before he finally answers: ]
. . . I thought I saw someone at that table.
[ finally, as he picks up another hand of cards. may as well continue to play the game. and, after he says it, akira corrects himself almost instantly. ]
no subject
-- that's irrelevant.
he doesn't answer immediately, scanning the room with a glance before returning his gaze to the cards. it's clear he's not trying to outwardly draw attention to himself, but his eyes flicker over to the table to their immediate right once more before he finally answers: ]
. . . I thought I saw someone at that table.
[ finally, as he picks up another hand of cards. may as well continue to play the game. and, after he says it, akira corrects himself almost instantly. ]
I know I saw someone at that table.
[ but there's no one there now. ]