[he moves his hand, as though grasping for Ichigo's fingers, shivering slightly when they pass right through and an icy chill shoots through his arm. he drops his hand back into his lap, expression tender and pretty enamored, funnily enough]
I promise I'll let you.
[partners, next time. none of this Akira making executive decisions as a leader business. not again]
no subject
I promise I'll let you.
[partners, next time. none of this Akira making executive decisions as a leader business. not again]