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[color=9e0b0f]”Please, that kind of door isn’t going to break with just that, trust me.”[/color]

Akira stayed as a matter of fact sort of way, which brought up the question of how did he know the exact amount of punishment a sliding door can take, though he didn’t seem like he was going to answer.

[color=9e0b0f]”Well, Brownie Girl I’ll take you up on that. I can make a batch of pretty damn good cookies.[/color]

Baking didn’t seem like something a a former infamous delinquent would have as a hobby, at least a hobby that they would show off, but Akira “Raging Demon of Tokyo” Yamamoto displayed the hobby proudly. Mostly because no one was going to make fun of the kid who could bench press a vending machine for having feminine hobbies. Akira leaned back knowing he at least had something in common with someone here.

Akira leaned back in his chair listening to the president talking about. Supernatural entities spirits and how they all had some sort of power. Akira looked down at his hand and clenched it. The president gave him a look when he was talking about how some had “Scratched the Surface.” Was he talking about his strength? Well, a creepy club president’s words vs his own doctor’s, he was more willing to bet on his doctor. Though he didn’t really mind if the club president was telling the truth. In the past few months he didn’t feel right with normalcy and unlike most people, he wasn’t that averse to violence. That being said, he still needed proof.

[color=9e0b0f]”Well, Mr. Club President.”[/color] 

Akira mixed in a subtle tone of sarcasm. 

[color=9e0b0f]”Before answering these questions, you should at least give us proof to back up what you’re saying. Now since you are in this club, that you say can only be joined by people with some sort of special power, then you should have powers as well, right? Show off your power then.”[/color]