[ Ryuji. You have to believe you're going back home as fiercely as Akira does. That's how you clack your heels together and go home? He can't help but laugh a bit, shielding it with a hand, too, as the enthusiasm continues. Truth be told, he's a tad hearing all of this.
It would be nice? A place like Leblance—a piece of home away from home. It would keep him busy and not dull, too. ]
I can just cook for you, you know?
[ Though, granted, his list of recipes is very s,all at the moment, but this will give him a reason to pick up more than just curry and apple pasties. Since he's hyped up to it, he has to seriously step up now. His hand clenches into a fist as he clears his throat into it. ]
Anyway, I'll work on a menu first. You can make recommendations.
[ Oh. Hm. He blinks a couple times at the proposition of a place to shamefully eavesdrop. Ryuji isn't wrong at all, nope. However, Akira does just... Listen in without meaning to all the time. Better to not say that. ]
Old habits die hard, but I like it. It's better than becoming a resident housewife trying to collect gossip. [ THUMBS UP. ] This also means you won't be spilling secrets in this cafe, huh?
[Were there no greater words in the common language to hear than that set that Akira's just laid down right there? He'd cook for Ryuji. All of his features attune to a soft, happy, free smile. Aw, man, he doesn't even know how to respond to that. His RYUGOTCHI status is constantly on hungry lately, and he doesn't know how to deal with that.]
Ah... s-shit, you mean it?
[Maybe his job at the bakery can be Official Taste Tester? He'd try anything Akira made. Even if it was coffee. Just... watered down, sugared up, and milk abundant.
But this is kind of like them, isn't it? Ryuji comes up with a really out there plan and Akira figures out a way to materialize it into something workable. Worked well enough back home.]
Nah, dude, secrets are totally safe with me. [He even does the zipping motion to his lips, complete with a lock and throw away the key sort of dealie.]
[ You ask Bender for food and pray to your god, obviously. Akira sputters a bit at the question before gently punching his friend's shoulder. Stop being a silly goose!! ]
Would I lie to you?
[ Nothing changes just because they're in a different realm—he would do anything for his friends. Also, Akira may be a man of secrets, but he wouldn't say one thing and not do it. It's gonna happen. He just has to... Get good at cooking which may be more difficult than anticipated. It shouldn't be too hard. We'll see. With the new coinage, he can probably look into ingredients now.
Stroking his chin, he appraises Ryuji's new state of being. ]
I kind of miss when you would blurt out about being part of the Phantom Thieves. [ Unzipping motion. ] You can't test my food like this, anyway.
[He needs to start praying to rock and roll is what you're saying?
Punch taken, he shakes his head at Akira to designate that no, no Akira has never lied to Ryuji about anything, and it's something that he can always count on.
But the second he's unzipped in a metagorical type of way, he breathes in deeply into his lungs.]
WHAT UP RECLAIMERS, WE'RE PHANTOM THIEVES!
[Totally unnecessary, sure, but Akira's about to get an arm around his shoulder and a gaudy, dumb sprig of laughter to accompany that invasion of the personal bubble.
Stop... him?
No, he's going to encourage him.]
If you can finish the plate in under 30 minutes, it's free! I'm not... taste testing that, by the way. You're gonna have to figure that one out on your own. Look, dude, I'd support you 100% as much as I can. Hell, I'd even get in one of those oversized mascot suits and hold up a sign sayin' "Yo! Come grab a bite a Perkatory!" or whatever you end up namin' it, but. Spicy food does a number on my stomach and I wanna live to see another day.
Or at least another day not spent on the toilet crying.
[ RYUUjiII. Did you have to do that right in his ear?! Akira draws his shoulders up as he inwardly withdraws, but it's fine. The Phantom Thieves are just name around here... And it's nice to see Ryuji is still himself despite all that has happened to him.
His friend may stay draped over his shoulder, too. It'll prompt a gentle but playful elbow as he smiles from ear to ear. ]
Got it.
[ He'll spare him. ]
So you'll just wear the mascot costume when I figure that out.
[If Akira's not deaf from all the time he's already spent with Ryuji, it's not happening any time soon. He rambunctiously laughs about the entire thing, raising a finger up to poke at his cheek.
Somewhere, off in the distance, the both of them can hear, albeit faintly: No one cares!!!!.
God bless that dude. Whoever it was.]
Yeah, dude, just make sure it's a cool mascot, and not, like, a giant purple dinosaur. I mean... well, okay, if that's what you really wanted, I guess I could, but... uh, spare me some dignity, cool?
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It would be nice? A place like Leblance—a piece of home away from home. It would keep him busy and not dull, too. ]
I can just cook for you, you know?
[ Though, granted, his list of recipes is very s,all at the moment, but this will give him a reason to pick up more than just curry and apple pasties. Since he's hyped up to it, he has to seriously step up now. His hand clenches into a fist as he clears his throat into it. ]
Anyway, I'll work on a menu first. You can make recommendations.
[ Oh. Hm. He blinks a couple times at the proposition of a place to shamefully eavesdrop. Ryuji isn't wrong at all, nope. However, Akira does just... Listen in without meaning to all the time. Better to not say that. ]
Old habits die hard, but I like it. It's better than becoming a resident housewife trying to collect gossip. [ THUMBS UP. ] This also means you won't be spilling secrets in this cafe, huh?
[ Since you know his Grand Scheme now. ]
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Ah... s-shit, you mean it?
[Maybe his job at the bakery can be Official Taste Tester? He'd try anything Akira made. Even if it was coffee. Just... watered down, sugared up, and milk abundant.
But this is kind of like them, isn't it? Ryuji comes up with a really out there plan and Akira figures out a way to materialize it into something workable. Worked well enough back home.]
Nah, dude, secrets are totally safe with me. [He even does the zipping motion to his lips, complete with a lock and throw away the key sort of dealie.]
Mmmn mnm nnmmm nmm!
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Would I lie to you?
[ Nothing changes just because they're in a different realm—he would do anything for his friends. Also, Akira may be a man of secrets, but he wouldn't say one thing and not do it. It's gonna happen. He just has to... Get good at cooking which may be more difficult than anticipated. It shouldn't be too hard. We'll see. With the new coinage, he can probably look into ingredients now.
Stroking his chin, he appraises Ryuji's new state of being. ]
I kind of miss when you would blurt out about being part of the Phantom Thieves. [ Unzipping motion. ] You can't test my food like this, anyway.
[ He hums thoughtfully... ]
Maybe I can host a spicy challenge at the cafe.
[ Stop Him. ]
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Punch taken, he shakes his head at Akira to designate that no, no Akira has never lied to Ryuji about anything, and it's something that he can always count on.
But the second he's unzipped in a metagorical type of way, he breathes in deeply into his lungs.]
WHAT UP RECLAIMERS, WE'RE PHANTOM THIEVES!
[Totally unnecessary, sure, but Akira's about to get an arm around his shoulder and a gaudy, dumb sprig of laughter to accompany that invasion of the personal bubble.
Stop... him?
No, he's going to encourage him.]
If you can finish the plate in under 30 minutes, it's free! I'm not... taste testing that, by the way. You're gonna have to figure that one out on your own. Look, dude, I'd support you 100% as much as I can. Hell, I'd even get in one of those oversized mascot suits and hold up a sign sayin' "Yo! Come grab a bite a Perkatory!" or whatever you end up namin' it, but. Spicy food does a number on my stomach and I wanna live to see another day.
Or at least another day not spent on the toilet crying.
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His friend may stay draped over his shoulder, too. It'll prompt a gentle but playful elbow as he smiles from ear to ear. ]
Got it.
[ He'll spare him. ]
So you'll just wear the mascot costume when I figure that out.
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Somewhere, off in the distance, the both of them can hear, albeit faintly: No one cares!!!!.
God bless that dude. Whoever it was.]
Yeah, dude, just make sure it's a cool mascot, and not, like, a giant purple dinosaur. I mean... well, okay, if that's what you really wanted, I guess I could, but... uh, spare me some dignity, cool?