<span style="font-style: italic">A voice straight of Ari's nightmares stops him cold. "My my little brother. Didn't  your little light bearer teach you anything about the modern day? It's much to cold to go wondering around bare chested." Akmon drops his eyes to Ari's flip flops that he usually wears around the apartment. "Oh how the mighty have fallen." He leans against the magazine rack, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle.</span>