[The grin stretches wider in apparent amusement, and Akira follows Yosuke's gaze back and forth for a moment.]
You're scarin' him, man. [He cranes his head to look over his shoulder, leaning back over the chair.] Think I can handle this one?
[The guard apparently has met Akira on good terms before, because he seems familiar with the catbug's good-cop routine, and a few more lines of banter are all it takes to get him to back out of the room and close the door behind him. (The phrase "noodly arms" is invoked.)]
Right. [He reaches into his pocket and slaps down a paperback book on the table with one hand, setting his other hand beside it with his palm up. The book and the arm holding it would block a butter knife from view of the door, if it were to be slid along the table.] See? Nothing to worry about, relax.
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You're scarin' him, man. [He cranes his head to look over his shoulder, leaning back over the chair.] Think I can handle this one?
[The guard apparently has met Akira on good terms before, because he seems familiar with the catbug's good-cop routine, and a few more lines of banter are all it takes to get him to back out of the room and close the door behind him. (The phrase "noodly arms" is invoked.)]
Right. [He reaches into his pocket and slaps down a paperback book on the table with one hand, setting his other hand beside it with his palm up. The book and the arm holding it would block a butter knife from view of the door, if it were to be slid along the table.] See? Nothing to worry about, relax.