Stuff like this has been happening for a whole year.

[ Akira will start pulling his weight and run with Koga instead of letting himself get dragged like a rag doll. Despite matching his speed, he's still calm as ever, taking several peeks over his shoulder just to make sure the bird thing hasn't disappeared to surprise them.

This isn't how he wanted to be pursued, to be honest. The flapping gets louder paired with some heavy thuds, jumping as if it's trying to fly. It shrieks when it shifts gears, closing the distance rather rapidly. No problem. ]

Yeah. You need someone to paint with you if you want any color. [ But who's supposed to realize painting it completely will save their asses? ] What did you do to make it so mad?

[ Cause it's obviously your fault. ]