[ He didn't want to end the night on a note like this. It's not exactly a fight or even that much of a dispute, but there's a lasting sort of tension that will carry over through the next time they see each other.

He stops short of the bar, shoulders sagging as he lets out a heavy sigh. ]

I'm not misunderstanding anything. Do ya think I'd be seriously mad over somethin' so stupid? [ The door is a short stretch of a walk away. He can map out his easy escape in his head, but Akira is making it difficult for him to make the smooth transition out of here.

He keeps his back turned to him, looking over at the tables with a paranoid flinch. Is Futaba listening to this? ]

Isn't this place bugged? I know Futaba said she'd quit spying on the cafe and stuff, but I think she's full of shit...