( he's about to open his mouth, say something soft and sincere--- perhaps almost out of character for the detective, whose desire for revenge was a thread ripped out of him a long tiem ago. or rather, it certainly feels that way: months? barely. he hasn't had a chance to rest yet, or ever, in his entire life. and at this very moment where he doesn't feel the need to withdraw?
the pancake. it touches his cheek. warm. soft. wow. )
This is not how I expected you to show your support. ( he bites back a surge of vitriol, but even with akira, it's difficult to not grit his teeth and feel the throbbing of some vein in his forehead. )
But I did ask you to be here, and I'm glad that you came.
( he could've ignored akechi, left him to wonder. the worst part about everything is that the unknown still exists, and the tension still makes him ache. even now. )
Do you still have the glove on you? If so... can you show it to me?
( what quality is it in? or did he feed it to morgana. who knows. )
[ Ah, yes, that face is everyday Akechi for you. The pancake piece stays out, waiting to be devoured by someone. Anyone. Akira lets it hang in the air, twirling it around as he flips and spins the utensil between his fingers—Sojiro tells him not to play with his food enough, but he can't say anything if he isn't here!
This visit... To say that he came just for Akechi and his benefit would be a lie, though it's partially true. The reunion means just as much for Akira as it does the boy next to him. An end to one story brings forth a new beginning to another. He's held onto the glove for quite some time... It's usually stored in his desk at home in the countryside, but today it's in his pocket. It'd be impolite to leave his duel invitation at home, after all. However, he doesn't reach for it. ]
If you eat this piece, I'll show it to you.
[ He can't eat it cause it already touched Akechi's face and he knows the other boy would drag him for being unsanitary if he did. ]
( he raises a hand to his temple, closing his eyes. he swears at times akira acts like he's a high school student--- wait, he is one. technically, so is akechi. it feels like they should be much older, that their story has probably aged them by thirty or forty years. still, that doesn't resolve the immediate issue of being pancake'd. )
... you're lucky that I want to do this, regardless of your demand.
( slowly but surely, akechi opens his mouth and takes the piece into his mouth. he lips over it, pulls it off, and chews.
very, very slowly.
it's soft and tender. sweet and pillow-like. is this what heaven is supposed to taste like? he doesn't know. there's a lot of he has the taste for but this goes beyond his expectations.
[ Akira knows they've both gone through so much, especially Akechi. Maybe they have mentally aged, then the fact that the other boy doesn't tend to spend time with his peers... Opting out to use it on adults—all of it in the past. They're high schoolers. Well, Akira is still a high schooler, now with college exams waiting for him at the end of the road.
Speaking of doing things teenagers should do, he scoots closer after placing the fork down. Camera out, he switches it to camera mode. ]
After we take a picture.
[ How could Akechi forget the main part of being a foodie?! Taking selfies with meals? Even if there are some slices in it already, it still looks good enough for a picture. If anything, it adds to it being organic rather than desperate for likes. ]
Only if you're in it with me and that you'll send me a copy, too.
( because there's no way he'd be in a picture with this chonker of a pancake without his company/accomplice/partner-in-cwime. maybe akira was already planning to do this, to make this a selfie plus two, but he rather be safe than sorry. people might assume that he ate this pancake all by himself, which would be a pretty scandalous (read: embarrassing) picture.
he... contemplates the best way two people can fit. perhaps if they both sit behind it, and someone else takes the picture? or does that take away from the selfie-esque nature from it, where the perspective ends up lacking?
or maybe in front of it, with the pancake behind.
that's perfect. )
Here. Pull up your chair next to me, so...
( with them in the foreground, that would work. maybe. is this how you do food pictures. )
[ Akira is already on it. His seat is pulled right next to Akechi's while his phone is positioned in a way to best take a selfie to get both of them and the pancake. When Akechi suggests it, he turns to him with this flummoxed expression. Rubbing his neck, he tries not to look too shocked. Maybe it's too presumptuous of him to assume selfie first.
What meta says is that they're both idiots. ]
Yeah.
[ Nodding, why would he not send it to him? Anyway, he holds the camera up and tilts it so it captures everything. ]
Make an expression that comes naturally to you.
[ Not smile. Something that feels right. Got it? He puts the timer on—3. 2. 1! ]
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the pancake. it touches his cheek. warm. soft. wow. )
This is not how I expected you to show your support. ( he bites back a surge of vitriol, but even with akira, it's difficult to not grit his teeth and feel the throbbing of some vein in his forehead. )
But I did ask you to be here, and I'm glad that you came.
( he could've ignored akechi, left him to wonder. the worst part about everything is that the unknown still exists, and the tension still makes him ache. even now. )
Do you still have the glove on you? If so... can you show it to me?
( what quality is it in? or did he feed it to morgana. who knows. )
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This visit... To say that he came just for Akechi and his benefit would be a lie, though it's partially true. The reunion means just as much for Akira as it does the boy next to him. An end to one story brings forth a new beginning to another. He's held onto the glove for quite some time... It's usually stored in his desk at home in the countryside, but today it's in his pocket. It'd be impolite to leave his duel invitation at home, after all. However, he doesn't reach for it. ]
If you eat this piece, I'll show it to you.
[ He can't eat it cause it already touched Akechi's face and he knows the other boy would drag him for being unsanitary if he did. ]
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... you're lucky that I want to do this, regardless of your demand.
( slowly but surely, akechi opens his mouth and takes the piece into his mouth. he lips over it, pulls it off, and chews.
very, very slowly.
it's soft and tender. sweet and pillow-like. is this what heaven is supposed to taste like? he doesn't know. there's a lot of he has the taste for but this goes beyond his expectations.
after swallowing: )
... you have to try some too.
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Speaking of doing things teenagers should do, he scoots closer after placing the fork down. Camera out, he switches it to camera mode. ]
After we take a picture.
[ How could Akechi forget the main part of being a foodie?! Taking selfies with meals? Even if there are some slices in it already, it still looks good enough for a picture. If anything, it adds to it being organic rather than desperate for likes. ]
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( because there's no way he'd be in a picture with this chonker of a pancake without his company/accomplice/partner-in-cwime. maybe akira was already planning to do this, to make this a selfie plus two, but he rather be safe than sorry. people might assume that he ate this pancake all by himself, which would be a pretty scandalous (read: embarrassing) picture.
he... contemplates the best way two people can fit. perhaps if they both sit behind it, and someone else takes the picture? or does that take away from the selfie-esque nature from it, where the perspective ends up lacking?
or maybe in front of it, with the pancake behind.
that's perfect. )
Here. Pull up your chair next to me, so...
( with them in the foreground, that would work. maybe. is this how you do food pictures. )
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What meta says is that they're both idiots. ]
Yeah.
[ Nodding, why would he not send it to him? Anyway, he holds the camera up and tilts it so it captures everything. ]
Make an expression that comes naturally to you.
[ Not smile. Something that feels right. Got it? He puts the timer on—3. 2. 1! ]