[ Aki's evasion wouldn't normally be noteworthy enough to dent her notice, but that's not the case this time, solely because of her own delusion: she'd been expecting to hear surefire agreement. So when she doesn't, and when it occurs to her she isn't going to, Denji purses her lips before pulling her gaze back forward just in time to watch Emi-chan throw up a peace sign with a handsome fan.

Cameras flash. Her posture hunches. Elbow propped up by a knee, her cheek smushes to her palm. If Aki's not going to tell her what she wants to hear, she'll just supply her own answer, damn it. ]

So what? I basically didn't start wearing any 'til tonight and I'm still popular with the dudes.

[ Dudes that blow her up, blow her off, or make her regret kissing anything other than the side of her closed fist… But dudes, either way.

Has Aki ever had to deal with stuff like that?

Somehow, this is the thought that deepens Denji's scowl. ]

Eugh, you actin' all surprised is giving me the creeps! 'course, you're pretty. And I'm sure all sorts of guys have tried to get into your pants because of it. You don't gotta play dumb, y'know.