Unfortunately, you'll find that consistency is all that he has, [Akechi says, speaking up. He comes in careful, footsteps trotting, with arms crossed loosely just above his stomach. He looks closer at the darts, and then straightens up, posture perfect. He's annoying, and he even has a voice to go along with it. His very means of carrying himself is as if he's determined the best means of twisting his fingers under someone else's skin.

Not that he's said much yet.]

I've seen him play three games already and he's done much the same. Never listening to the rules, applying his own rules. He's a rebel. [None of this is true, but he's curious about how it might apply to the situation.

Akechi, for his part, is rather fond of darts and does admire Trevor's skill.

That also doesn't seem to matter.]