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[le_mat]

You doubt my ability to palm something into just your bowl? I'm insulted!

[policedefective]

Well then, it becomes a mind game, doesn't it? Maybe I'll switch it while you're not looking.

[le_mat]

Ah. But I know you well enough to just poison my own bowl instead.

[policedefective]

Perhaps. But then I might also anticipate that and not switch at all and only pretend to.

[le_mat]

True... guess I'll just resort to stabbing.

[policedefective]

I always have a weapon on me. We'd die together.

[le_mat]

Mutually assured destruction. How romantic. In the literary sense.

[policedefective]

[...]

In the literary sense. Right.

[le_mat]

[...

Right. They hadn't really talked about what he said when they were merged. The Pale happened and everything got sidelined. At the time it hadn't felt like he was being rejected, exactly. But he couldn't tell what "this" was.

He rubs the back of his head and turns towards the food, putting the last few things he won't need now away]

This is gonna take a bit. You dont have to stay if you don't want to.

not a real tag

[policedefective]

Oh thank the gods.

[And he never came back.]

[policedefective]

[And the mood turned sour...considering they were talking about killing each other, it's almost an accomplishment.]

And risk you poisoning my food? Certainly not.

[You're stuck with him.]

[le_mat]

Damn, caught me.

[akechi can't see his slight smile at that. But it's in his voice. He washes his hands before setting to work]

So, I was thinking. Cereal is just compacted grain. So I can probably manage some kind of rough dumplings?

[the cereal in question: plain corn flakes]

[policedefective]

[He does notice it. Why does it feel that...nice?]

It could work. As long as there not too much sugar.

[He's more of a food tester than a chef, however.]

[le_mat]

Corn is naturally pretty sweet. But I think I can cut that with some garlic and onion?

[he pulls out a plastic bag and starts pouring the flakes inside it]

[policedefective]

[He can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.]

This is going to be horrible, and we both know it.

[le_mat]

No, shut up it's gonna be great.

[the bag of flakes sits on the counter, and he lays a tea towel delicately over it... then takes out a rolling pin from the drawer-]

Loud.

[- before just smacking the shit out of the bag with it with hilarious levels of violence]

[policedefective]

Ahh yes, let's think positive, as they used to say back in the day.

[He watches just as the roller comes out, wonder why he says that word and - God I wish that was me. - more violence put in it than he would expect.]

How thin are you going to pound it?

[le_mat]

Thin as I can.

[Whamwham]

Or it'll fall apart. [wham] It'd be better if we had the equipment I use at the Lucky but [wham] I'm not messing up our good fucking coffee grinder on this.

[WhamwhamWHAM. He pauses and peeks under the towel, not looking satisfied at all]

[policedefective]

[It's so strange to hear Akira utter swearing words it briefly takes Akechi out of the absurdity of the situation and he frowns with...worry?]

Are you sure you're alright?

[le_mat]

Hm? Oh, sorry, yeah. Just got a little carried away.

[His brow pinches a bit and he glances away. In his defense he tends to be louder at work. But... also the physical effort... helps him not think of the earlier awkwardness. He doesn't go back to hitting it, instead just leaning on his palms and rolling the pin back and forth, his back bunching a bit from the effort. Not nearly as difficult as rolling dough, but he wants to do this right]

[policedefective]

[You know what? Fuck it. He's just gonna continue being an asshole since trying to be nice makes it more confusing for the both of them. Besides, he's pretty sure Akira likes it too. Probably. It's a dangerous game to play now that he's more aware of everything, that's for sure.

He leans on the other sound of the counter.]

If you're regaling yourself with such wanton abandon while making coffee at Lucky, maybe I should pay a visit more often.

[le_mat]

[He snorts]

You should. But I'm not asking Michael-san to give you any discounts.

[policedefective]

It's not like you gave me any discounts at Leblanc either.

[Not that he deserved any, considering what he'd done back then and the fact they knew what he was trying to do.]

Are we going to eat this on the network? It's simply too bad the technology is questionable.

[le_mat]

... if it's bad it could risk my job, you know.

[He doesn't sound too concerned- he doesn't really think Horatio and Michael would fire him for some shitty soup. But he DOES have a reputation to maintain.]

1/2

[policedefective]

[What.]

You really think that you'll be labeled as cereal soup guy? Please, if anything that might be a badge of notoriety. Do you know how many bizarre combinations I've eaten for my food blog? Charcoal Marzipan and Horse flesh ice cream are barely scratching the surface.