[Accustomed to scanning for thought fragments throughout her years spent in the UG, Shoka doesn't find the sensation of receiving Akechi's thoughts to be all that unusual. What she isn't used to is having the thought-sharing be a two-way street.
As she's considering his words, a series of images appear in his mind without her meaning them to: the impression of a chickadee, followed by a memory of Akechi himself, Rookidee-formed and shivering in his scarf. She knows him. An image of Ren, then, and a place that might be Shibuya, paired with a sudden, sharp pang of grief.
Finally, there's a sliver of amused laughter she does mean to send him, before:]
Now that's a look. Were you actually going for the "just rolled outta bed" vibe, or...?
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As she's considering his words, a series of images appear in his mind without her meaning them to: the impression of a chickadee, followed by a memory of Akechi himself, Rookidee-formed and shivering in his scarf. She knows him. An image of Ren, then, and a place that might be Shibuya, paired with a sudden, sharp pang of grief.
Finally, there's a sliver of amused laughter she does mean to send him, before:]
Now that's a look. Were you actually going for the "just rolled outta bed" vibe, or...?