Some of the gum seems to be drying and flaking off with bits of paint. It's a lucky break to have even a little less of the sticky stuff on him. Akira looks like he just got slimed in a game show, as he continues massaging his aching head and neck.

"Yeah," He adds softly, "That's good because I might have thought you were crazy otherwise." A bit relieved that he's not, Akira smiles brightly. As he opens his eyes, they settle on the sword and apprehension seeps into his body language.

Akira holds a hand out, "Maybe you should give me that before you hurt yourself." His eyes are fixed on the blade, a frown spreading across his face. "... I.. don't really want you to carry it around."

"I can throw it in a poster tube. No one will know."