[ Dressed in a nice, simple kimono, Aki seems to be... Actually enjoying himself at the festival?

It will soon be obvious to anyone looking why he might be appearing a little more relaxed than he normally does. In his hand is a little plastic cup, and inside the little plastic cup is some decent quality sake. So, perhaps Aki has been indulging, and some of his quiet enjoyment might be because he is right on the edge of being tipsy. So what? After all the nightmares of the last mission, he feels as if he's earned the right to let lose just a little bit.

He's been told (reminded!) that he's allowed to be happy... So he's trying.

The savviest of people might notice one of the Denji plushies tucked into the belt of his kimono, and his hand absently resting on it sometimes. Don't worry about it.

Later on, during the quieter hours of the festival, Aki can be found sitting, cigarette in hand, considering it for a moment as if wondering if he should keep smoking. Eventually, he does, breathing the smoke in and letting it out with a soft noise. If anyone notices or looks at him, he raises an eyebrow. ]

What?

[ The idea of taking part in more work when it's supposed to be downtime doesn't exactly appeal to Aki, but he does respect the urge to improve the library, so he's content enough to offer his services to it in return for some decent books.

At his stand, he leans against the frame, watching people as they come by. If someone steps up and wants to play the game, he'll be 'enthusiastic' as much as he offers them a nod and passes them one of the fishing poles. Maybe he'd have a little more fun if he wasn't doing this alone... ]

You'll get a prize if you get one of the balloons.

[ Or you won't, but it doesn't really matter to him all that much.

He's here because he has to be, and as soon as he's freed he's slipping away, looking around - clearly looking for someone. ]

[ Outside, Aki is standing in the doorway of the base with a cigarette in his hand, gazing out at the rain as it piles down on the world, and he tilts his had as he watches. His metal hand is poking out of his long sweater, and after a moment he reaches out to touch the raindrops, to see how it feels on his palm.

Still a little odd. He's accustomed to the metal, to the prosthetic, but it's still new, a handful of months compared to a lifetime of a flesh hand.

Later, when the flooding gets worse, he slips out with an umbrella and does what he can to start helping people to get out of the wet, lifting some refugees into his arms and guiding them to safety. He also slips into some of the basement rooms to try and tackle the electronics - not the first time he's had to go and deal with a fusebox.

He can be found in the evenings, hair down as he tries it, dressed in loungewear and looking tired. ]

I'll make some hot chocolate later, if you want some.

[ Feel free to find Aki somewhere else, or hit me up on plurk/discord to do something in particular! ]