[ The answer is actually no. It happened to be here? Not sure who left it behind, but he isn't complaining. Instead of responding appropriately, Akira looks at the soy sauce bottle, then at Kei.

Then at the hot sauce bottle. ]

I think you're the last person to ask me that question, but no. This isn't mine. [ ... ] There was nothing I could throw at you nearby.

[ And he worries about moving since the cake would certainly cascade off his head, onto his shoulders, then off of them... Damnit. He's going to take the chance and makes small steps backwards so he can get his hands on something worth throwing. ]