[ Woah, she really pocketed something? Denji for sure figured her superior would dutifully dismiss the offering with some horseshit platitude of, "Your safety is thanks enough." But makeup, huh… Fully discarding the illusion that she's filling out her report proper, Denji plants an elbow atop her form and tucks her knuckles right below her chin as she appraises Aki's complexion. Emi-chan, obviously, has invested a lot of money to maintain a more youthful exterior in comparison to Aki, who looks profoundly tired with how the fatigue drags at her dark under-eyes. But that aside, her skin is milky smooth and soft, a shimmer of natural highlight dusting her cheekbones; she doesn't really need to apply anything to turn a few heads wherever their assignments take them.

Ugh, it's seriously irritating just looking at her. ]

I'm saving up to try this one fancy gyukatsu place… I was watchin' this TV show, right? Where this lady interviews, like, food experts, doctors, specialist folks, blah, blah, and I swear someone said that red meats help!

[ Her hands come up to give her chest a lift up through her blouse, hopefully to drive her point home. ]

So if I eat enough'a red meat, I'll fit into your size, piece of cake. Then, I don't gotta spend money.