"My, my." Joaquim looked over his shoulder to grin at Akio. "Murder on the mind, my lord?" He kept the playful smile on his lips as he locked eyes with the older man for just a moment, then a tiny chuckle escaped his mouth. "Best save that for the Kobayashi, Akio-kun." Playing with honorifics was one of the benefits of being a foreigner. If somebody took serious offense, he could just play it off as being a strange foreigner with a poor grasp of the language. With the tiniest of shrugs, Joaquim returned his attention to the rest of the gathering group.
Akemi arrived first, followed shortly by Saturo. Joaquim gave Akemi an expedited yet exaggerated bow. "My muse." Saturo had harsh words for Amaya, as usual. Joaquim was, at that point, too lost in his now racing thoughts to give his own acknowledgement to Saturo.
Having heard their questions, Joaquim couldn't help but wonder. Amaya had apologized, yes, but his curiosity was not yet sated. Explosions were wonderful gifts and at the thought of Amaya practicing with such things, Joaquim's face immediately lit up. A mischievous smirk played its way across his lips as he thought out his best course of action, his curiosity having overwhelmed him.
Well, maybe it wasn't the best plan. But it was definitely the most entertaining. He had other motives too, of course. If he could make Amaya the victim instead of the source of the disturbance, that might alleviate some of whatever ire her little experiment had earned her from the rest of the household.
Joaquim gave a yawn and a feline stretch of the arms, at least as best as he could do without losing his balance or dropping his sake. "Well since I'm already up anyways..." With uncanny alacrity for a crippled man, Joaquim brushed his way through the doorframe and hobbled into Amaya's room, managing to find a moment within that motion to down a swig of sake. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he would know when he found it. Perhaps some trace of whatever had caused that lovely explosion. Excuses for his actions already flitted through his mind, though at this point he was planning on simply brushing off any accusations of impropriety.