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[le_mat]

Hydration. That'll... that'll help.

[But that means getting out of bed...]

[policedefective]

Hold up...I got it.

[There is a pool of water that appears under the door's frame before reforming into Akira's room, hovering over his bed before it bursts on his face.]

Did I make it?

[le_mat]

[There's sounds of sputtering and cursing. So yeah, yeah he made it]

[policedefective]

[Worth it.]

Want more?

[le_mat]

I'm going to kill you.

[policedefective]

Ahh, the direct approach more appropriate for this date.

I'd say something more witty if my head wasn't going to explode. Figuratively, of course.

[le_mat]

What, wanna make it literally?

[He doesn't have the drive to call him out for calling last night a date, but he does smirk into his pillow, unseen.]

[policedefective]

[Akira..he meant the date as in today...probably. Maybe.]

Do you know if this world has a cure for a night of drinking? Maybe some sort of soup or breakfast. Or a pill.

[le_mat]

[Don't ruin this for him]

Not that I know of, just the same things from home.

[policedefective]

Maybe the store that has infinite stock has Ukon no Chikara laying about.

Not sure if it really works, however.

[le_mat]

I hear it tastes awful.

[policedefective]

A price I'm willing to pay if it helps.

Does hydration count if I use water magic, do you think?

[le_mat]

... probably. I think Satonaka might have some energy drinks in the fridge.

[policedefective]

Urrrgh. Fine. What a pain.

[Akira would hear the sound of groaning before the scrap of clawed feet walking on the floor and the creak of an opening door. As the wind opened the refrigerator, he found some of the cans and brought one to himself, the other being pushed into Akira's room before it falls on his stomach.

Then he goes right back to his own bed.]

[le_mat]

[A satisfying grunt of it landing on him]

Ugh. Thanks.

[He's gonna drink it anyway and then roll over for a few more hours of sleep... eventually, by later afternoon, getting up maybe try and cook]

[policedefective]

[Guess how many burned food kits are on the table because Akechi is trying to cook himself.

A lot.]

[le_mat]

[Oh, that's just sad. He kinda knew Akechi didn't really cook, so he must be desperate enough to try but not willing to face the sun to go out and pick something up. Mood]

This is depressing.

[policedefective]

You're right, you've been in bed for so long.

[:D]

[le_mat]

[He flips him off as he makes his way into the kitchen properly]

Sit down. Watching this is probably domestic abuse or something.

[policedefective]

I can do this.

[He groans in annoyance before standing, arms crossed to watch him.]

[le_mat]

[He stares... then shrugs]

Okay.

[ He moves to get a pot]

Boss told me once miso is the best breakfast for a hangover.

[policedefective]

I see.

[...]

I think I brought a few packets from the store somewhere in the cupboards.

[le_mat]

Good. It shouldn't take too long.

[Once water is boiling he grabs some bottles of green tea from the combini out of the fridge and tosses one to Akechi.]

Coffee later. Caffeine is dehydrating.

[policedefective]

I'm not that stupid, you know.

[He has some knowledge, just not homemade cures.]

I'll take your expert knowledge regardless.

[le_mat]

As if you would turn it down if I made some.