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[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.

2/2

[policedefective]

[Wait. Wait, woops. He can't help but laugh at his own choice of words. Ahh, just lean into it, how bad can it go?]

Ahhh...forgive me. I'm not about to make horse flesh ice cream in this world. It tastes much better just as sashimi.

[Akechi what are you even.]

[le_mat]

[His ears pin at that... then he realizes Akechi is fucking with him. He spins the rolling pin around a few times]

Wow, Akechi. If you wanted to eat me you should have just asked.

[policedefective]

[OH FUCK ABORT, ABORT. Or you know what, no, don't run, just dig your heels in it and scare the shit out of Akira instead.]

I'd have to kill you first. I don't like my raw meat alive .

[le_mat]

Not even gonna buy meat eating from Mana first? How vicious.

[It's not working. Akira is just smirking]

[policedefective]

[ >B[ gotta up the ante.]

Who says, I haven't already? [He flashes his sharp teeth.] Or maybe I'm just trying something new...

[le_mat]

A little cannibalism between rivals, no big deal.

[He turns back to his corn flakes, his tail swishing]

Is horse any good? I've actually been kinda curious.

[policedefective]

Don't tell me you weren't expecting it to happen eventually.

[Well, that went farther than expected. He turns his head to the wall to think about it.]

It's very good sliced thin with freshly grinded wasabi and a hint of sweet soya sauce. I also think I had horse steak at a yakiniku restaurant before, but it didn't taste all that different. Imagine a mixture between a piece of good marbled meat and a piece of liver and that should give you an idea.

[le_mat]

Huh. That doesn't sound too bad. I assumed it would be really tough.

[policedefective]

Anything can become delicious under the hands of the right chef.

[Is that encouragement or teasing him about what he's about to make?]

Octopus, when done badly, tastes like flavorless rubber. But a good sushi chef will roast it just the right consistency.

[le_mat]

[He groans]

I have yet to find really good seafood here. I think it's too cold.

[policedefective]

Why not fish?

You could also go try your luck at the 777 clone that is own by one of the people here and takes items from back in their own world. I've found a lot of it is surprisingly similar in taste to our own world.

[le_mat]

... I should start fishing again. Or maybe dive for them?

[He pictures grabbing fish with his teeth and snickers. He finally goes back to his food, pouring his pounded flakes into a bowl and starting to crack eggs into it.]

And combini food isn't the same.

[policedefective]

It would be interesting to see what you could pull off...or maybe pull out?

[Wording, Akechi.]

True. I was simply trying to provide an alternative.

[le_mat]

If I was more skilled in seafood I would just open my own. But I'm no sushi chef.

... wait. The combini refills itself right? Think we could buy a refilling convayer place?

[policedefective]

With enough coins, perhaps. But don't you want to become a demon, first?

[Don't mind the wings on his back puffing up at that. It's not like he's waiting for that AT ALL okay.]

[le_mat]

Having long-term goals is important.

[He measures out a little flour to add to the bowl, but his ears turn at the sound of fluffing feathers... and he snickers]

[policedefective]

True. I'm still not sure what I quite want just yet. Perhaps waiting for your own choices so I can adjust my own accordingly. It would be rather dreadful to prepare for something and then you show up immune to my scheming.

[le_mat]

You know I'll just escalate it though.

[Never ending arms race]

[policedefective]

Literally and figuratively. I'm quite looking forward to it.

[Why have 2 arms when you can have 4?]

[le_mat]

[And like the joking double murder and the cannibalism... Akira finds the idea twistedly romantic. An excuse to always keep fighting. Pushing forward and higher. He hadn't accepted the false Igor's offer back then, but the idea of fighting and thieving forever had certainly been a temptation tailored to him specifically, hadn't it?

He wonders if something is wrong with him. Too late to worry about it now.]

Good, I won't slack off.

[All the wet ingrediants added he sets to work whisking every thing, looking not exactly pleased at the mixture after a few minutes]