[ Akira is as reluctant about taking the Persona's hand, but he does. There's something about this being that feels right to him, familiar... Personal. It feels like another part of him—with that acceptance, Satanael disperses into white blue light right into his gloved hand.
After flexing his fingers once, twice, he turns back to Silver and his normal clothes come back like a magic trick... So do his glasses. For a quick second, he examines himself, looking behind, wondering where the costume went, but
whatever. ]
Are you all right? It must have been terrifying on the ground.
[ Rubbing his neck, he was also thinking it wasn't great on the top of its head, either. ]
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[ Akira is as reluctant about taking the Persona's hand, but he does. There's something about this being that feels right to him, familiar... Personal. It feels like another part of him—with that acceptance, Satanael disperses into white blue light right into his gloved hand.
After flexing his fingers once, twice, he turns back to Silver and his normal clothes come back like a magic trick... So do his glasses. For a quick second, he examines himself, looking behind, wondering where the costume went, but
whatever. ]
Are you all right? It must have been terrifying on the ground.
[ Rubbing his neck, he was also thinking it wasn't great on the top of its head, either. ]