miscakes | catch-all: akira.

You didn't specify.

[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.]

You knew what I meant.

[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]

Perhaps I did.

[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.]

Perhaps.

[. . . 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]

[Wow! Can't believe this curry is disgusting now.

No, he seems to enjoy it just fine. He will even take a second bite before commenting on it.]

Not bad.

Thanks.

[that's high praise from Akechi]

Did you ever eat Leblanc's curry when you were there? Or were you a coffee guy only?

Coffee. The combination did strike me as strange. And I never planned to stay for too long, anyway.

[Since, you know, he legged it pretty quickly once Akira got home. Sometimes it just be like that.]