[HAH. . . Akira can't help but let out a breathless huff as he turns to pour himself a mug of coffee as well. there's a note of amusement in what he says next]
[The coffee mug makes a sound when he brings it up to his lips, like ceramic bumping into something solid. He is still able to take a small sip, though, regardless of the face a second later.]
[But even though he says that, it doesn't look like Akechi is willing to share whatever the heckie is wrong now. Just embrace the body horror and move on.]
[gonna. give Akechi a glance out of the corners of his vision and just keep making curry. he guesses. will Akechi be able to taste it??? probably not. is he still gonna feed it to him? yah]
[In a tone that implies that, yeah, he's doing that on purpose. Either way... It's hard to tell if his sense of taste is the issue, or something else entirely. The weird face he made earlier aside, he finishes his coffee off as he normally would.]
[. . . but. he won't pry any further than that. and once Akechi finishes his coffee, the curry is ready! so Akira is going to ladle some of that onto a plate with some fresh white rice and slide it across the counter for Akechi to enjoy. "enjoy." with some utensils, of course]
[THANKS, AKIRA... He silently pokes the curry around with the utensils before, uh, taking a bite. Is it spicy? What's it taste like? His sense of taste is, in fact, fine. Gosh.]
[it's not too spicy, he had mercy on you and your wimpy taste buds, detective. it's really delicious, too!! because Akira knows how to make a amazing curry with love]
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[What did you think he did when he found out, Akira? Gosh. He watches him, not moving from his current spot.]
Shut up. [ROLLING HIS EYES...] Someone has to keep track of what the others are doing. It's amazing that you've managed to come so far with that blasé attitude.
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[he flashes Akechi a grin before pouring him a cup of that freshly brewed coffee and sliding it across the counter]
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What you've perfected is being detestable.
[He takes that cup, though, holding it in his hands but hesitating to take a sip from it just yet. Hm.]
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Is that really the word you'd use to describe me?
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[The coffee mug makes a sound when he brings it up to his lips, like ceramic bumping into something solid. He is still able to take a small sip, though, regardless of the face a second later.]
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[wwwatching Akechi as he sips at the coffee]
How does it taste?
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Smoothing out his expression. Nothing to see here.]
It's delicious.
[Keeps sipping. It's fine. It doesn't sound like he's lying, anyway?]
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You can tell me if something's wrong, you know.
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There's nothing wrong with the coffee, Akira. I wouldn't lie to spare your feelings.
[He's still drinking it? It's probably fine.]
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[. . .]
Hn. You wouldn't, but it wasn't the coffee I was asking about.
[anyway he's going back to finishing up his curry tyvm]
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[But even though he says that, it doesn't look like Akechi is willing to share whatever the heckie is wrong now. Just embrace the body horror and move on.]
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[gonna. give Akechi a glance out of the corners of his vision and just keep making curry. he guesses. will Akechi be able to taste it??? probably not. is he still gonna feed it to him? yah]
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[In a tone that implies that, yeah, he's doing that on purpose. Either way... It's hard to tell if his sense of taste is the issue, or something else entirely. The weird face he made earlier aside, he finishes his coffee off as he normally would.]
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[. . . but. he won't pry any further than that. and once Akechi finishes his coffee, the curry is ready! so Akira is going to ladle some of that onto a plate with some fresh white rice and slide it across the counter for Akechi to enjoy. "enjoy." with some utensils, of course]
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No, he seems to enjoy it just fine. He will even take a second bite before commenting on it.]
Not bad.
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[that's high praise from Akechi]
Did you ever eat Leblanc's curry when you were there? Or were you a coffee guy only?
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[Since, you know, he legged it pretty quickly once Akira got home. Sometimes it just be like that.]
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Were you literally only there to see me?
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[maybe so.]
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"My group" was never there. It was always just me.
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[okay, stalker]
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I know what you're thinking. And I'm sorry to inform you, you're not that special.
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