"Ah... Got it." Akihiro is a little puzzled and a little amused in response to Mitsuki's little speech, but he thinks he gets it. Or at least 'gets it' in the sense of understanding that Mitsuki takes his job seriously without necessarily letting it define him. Or something like that, probably. Akihiro is pretty sure he gets it either way; it's not like being a bodyguard is all there is to him, nor it is like he fits the stereotype very well.
He takes the phone, adds his number (under Akihiro S., rather than his full name), and then offers his own empty glass over with a joking demand that it's Mitsuki turn to pour. He retreats to the living room just long enough to retrieve his phone, since he should probably have it with him anyway, but when he returns to the kitchen he only lingers in the doorway. They'll probably want to sit down again soon, so there's no sense in getting too comfortable before they return to the living room in earnest.
"Seems like it gets kinda tiring to be acting all the time." Hopefully this subject isn't too heavy, but he hadn't seemed to mind when Akihiro got a little heavy a few moments ago. "It sounds like the bigger you get, the more you have to worry about breaking character in public."
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He takes the phone, adds his number (under Akihiro S., rather than his full name), and then offers his own empty glass over with a joking demand that it's Mitsuki turn to pour. He retreats to the living room just long enough to retrieve his phone, since he should probably have it with him anyway, but when he returns to the kitchen he only lingers in the doorway. They'll probably want to sit down again soon, so there's no sense in getting too comfortable before they return to the living room in earnest.
"Seems like it gets kinda tiring to be acting all the time." Hopefully this subject isn't too heavy, but he hadn't seemed to mind when Akihiro got a little heavy a few moments ago. "It sounds like the bigger you get, the more you have to worry about breaking character in public."