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[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.

[policedefective]

I would out of spite.

[But he won't.]

[le_mat]

Akechi Goro turning down Leblanc coffee? Are you sure the whiskey didn't kill you?

[policedefective]

Knowing you, you probably placed a hot pepper in it whenever I showed up.

[Especially since he now knows they knew about him being a traitor.]

[le_mat]

No, I just spit in it.

[policedefective]

[He looks...strangly hurt at the possibility?]

I hope you're joking.

[le_mat]

Of course I am.

[policedefective]

Now I'm going to be paranoid at everything you feed me.

[A worthy 'punishment'.]

I might just have to eat out more.

[le_mat]

I would be more creative than that. But I take my craft seriously, you know.

[policedefective]

Well, the results speak for thenselves.

[Praise, at this hour? It must be the leftover booze.]

[le_mat]

[And... that makes him smile with earnest pleasure before turning back to the pot. It's boiling now, so he sets to work adding the stock]

I love Boss' curry, but I'll admit I missed real breakfast foods sometimes.

[policedefective]

Why did he make you eat curry in the morning as well?

...I mostly had apples or something at the nearby 777 if I had time. Balancing all my activities didn't give me much time. It's partly why I ended up running a food blog. It gave me an excuse to sit down.

[le_mat]

He was already making it for the shop, so it was just easier to feed it to me. It's not ALL I ever had to eat, but it was the vast majority.

[He glances at Akechi over his shoudler for a moment, looking up and down]

... you know, I'm surprised you managed to keep decent shape with a diet like that.