Akira looked behind himself, blinking. He didn't say anything, instead closing his door and walking further into the room. He hadn't noticed before a table that was laid on its side, and he walked over to it, picking it up and placing it down correctly in the middle of the room. He took a small pillow, setting it down next to the table and sitting on it cross-legged.
So, he was bored.
Did he have anything to do? No. Was there anyone he could talk to? No. Did he wanted to go home? No.
Though Akira was bored, he thought the as.signment or whatever Vitriol had for the group of as.s.as.sins was interesting, so he might as well stick around for a while.