This was.. quite the gathering. Either people here really had no sense shame or Akito had managed to convince Kaito to treat everyone. Tough call knowing half of the personalities that had been running around the hotel since his arrival.
That said, Akira opted to linger at the door for a moment or two, giving the frilly gathering a rather skeptical once over (pretty rich considering the late Behemoth was in much of the same state, and he really couldn't carry it off to save his life) before finally accepting that today would be a day full of men in dresses and scantily clad Chii. Acceptance was a beautiful thing, or so the teen thought moving to stand by his superior, taking one of said ice cream cones - which was obviously the treat he'd been promised, blissfully unaware of what he may or may not have just wandered into the middle of.