For some reason, Akihiko couldn't help but feel vaguely assaulted. He made what he felt was a valiant effort not to raise an eyebrow at this guy's makeup. Seriously, wasn't that going a little overboard.

"I'm fine." Why did people keep asking him that? Well, he felt anxious. Concerned. Impatient. Nothing he particularly wanted to voice, but...

"There has to be more to this than just the food. I'm waiting to see exactly what."