"...Well, that's reassuring. I was a bit concerned that my absence would be felt and that you all would try something reckless to track me down. Kirijo-san would probably have turned all of Tokyo upside down just to find me."

A few hours is certainly less worrisome. That he can manage. It means his family isn't worried. It means he hasn't missed any classes. It means... many things. Thank goodness.

"The Velvet Room was always strange with its relation to time. This place is no different, and—"

Dun, dun, dunnnn... dour number four opens, and out walks an all too familiar Akechi. He may look slightly tired, though. He was in such a rush, he didn't think to put on any makeup to conceal those subtle dark circles. "It really is you."

Akechi gulps, pocketing his phone for now. He moves closer, starting slow, but gradually picking up speed. "Ren!"

Do pardon the sudden embrace. Also pardon the thirteen year old watching this all unfold. "...As I said, he's been entirely hopeless without you."