[ They are utterly bullshit rules, Yusuke. It's okay to be perplexed. ]

Four pockets. You rebel.

[ Akira does not look behind him. He keeps on running, even picking up speed. If there's one thing he doesn't like the idea of? It's being drugged. Quickly, he veers right, dragging his bewildered companion down one of the side alleys and into a web of streets and hidden nooks and crannies. ]

According to them? Yes. I don't think they like individuality or anything other than boring old beige smocks.