[If she's scurrying around the place, it's an unfortunate given that she'll have to run into Dylas at some point. Literally. He's seven feet of wendigo, men's suit edition because he heard Christmas parties are supposed to be formal, and he's here to...well, brood. And as he goes to find a nice place to sit and do that, he rounds a table and collides with Akane. It's all on him for not looking down.]
Shit—sorry!
[Without thinking, he'll reach out to steady her. Hopefully, he didn't knock her over.]
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Shit—sorry!
[Without thinking, he'll reach out to steady her. Hopefully, he didn't knock her over.]