[fortunately for Akechi, Will isn't infringing on his immediate personal space. he stands near the door with one hand resting on the frame, the other at his side, fingers slightly resting against the hilt of his sword]
[. . . he doesn't know Akechi. he doesn't know him very well at all. he doesn't quite understand what kind of relationship he had with Ryuji, or why their conversation devolved into a brawl so quickly]
[as such. . . he has no words. and he is acutely aware of that fact]
. . . do you know how to wield a blade?
[he grasps at his scabbard and lifts his sword slightly, for emphasis]
no subject
[. . . he doesn't know Akechi. he doesn't know him very well at all. he doesn't quite understand what kind of relationship he had with Ryuji, or why their conversation devolved into a brawl so quickly]
[as such. . . he has no words. and he is acutely aware of that fact]
. . . do you know how to wield a blade?
[he grasps at his scabbard and lifts his sword slightly, for emphasis]