[the night's been full of puzzle pieces sunny has been deliberately ignoring and, it's only now, that she reluctantly fits them all together into one big, unpleasant picture. she knows a mess when sees one; while no one's paid them any mind yet, it's only a matter of time before someone catches a glimpse of one of aurozora's hottest celebs and pulls out their phone.

it isn't her place to intervene, but... someone's got to do damage control. fidgeting with her chopsticks, sunny, in her meekest voice, tries for a diplomatic approach:] Um, maybe... this isn't the right time to have this conversation...

[without even shooting her a glance, satoru's voice cleanly cuts in, a dagger to the ribs.

"there's never a right time," he bites out, taking a single step forward. for a moment, she thinks satoru's going to throw a fist or, at least, pull akira up by his collar. rough him up a bit. instead, he raises his chin, looks down on akira with unbridled disdain, as if daring him to differ. "so, we're not going to have a conversation. i'm just going to speak and you're just going to listen."

her teeth peek out, scraping against her bottom lip. this is awkward. sunny's not sure if she should stay there or leave or try to futilely continue to smooth things over. she's about to shoot akira a helpless look, but her gaze falls on his knuckles.

suddenly, she stands, ignoring the look satoru sends her way.]

Akira, we can go. Tell me you want to leave and we'll leave.