"That also sounds like me," he admits, absorbing the information alongside all the rest. Tricked people with food, hoarded items, kept...a dog. The belts and the dog are probably more related than they first seem. "Probably the one trait I share with my father."

Anyone who thought Akiyama Daisuke an ascetic was sorely mistaken; his father hardly let them throw away expired milk without checking it for viable uses. God knows what he'd been putting to use in a place like this.