Floor 1, Room 3

[jokey]

AKIRA

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[jokey]

That's more like it. You're a natural.

[Just gonna sliiide about 10 potatoes over to Kurapika while he gets the spices and the base of the curry stewing in the pot.]

Don't tell me you've scalped people before.

[revengier]

I would never do something so disrespectful.

[ Desecrating a body like that... the thought is horrific, even if Akira is joking. He starts to peel the next potato with a little bit more force than necessary. ]

[jokey]

Can't take a joke to save your life, can you?

[#fond...]

Thanks for the help, by the way. Curry's a bit involved, as you can see, so I appreciate a second set of hands in the kitchen.

[revengier]

Or maybe your joke was just terrible.

[ How about that instead? Take some comedy lessons, Akira!!

But as he moves onto the next potato, his tone smooths into something less biting. ]

No need to thank me for it. I'd feel strange standing there while you did everything.

[jokey]

Ouch! I've got feelings, Kurapika.

[And they're not the least bit hurt. Hehehe.]

You could've waited in your room. I don't like making my guest do half the work.

[revengier]

[ Kurapika frowns as he picks up another potato. ]

I'm not your guest, first of all.

[ Please... it sounds too formal for what this is—an impromptu meal just because. ]

But if you're so bothered by it, ask me to stand around and watch next time instead.

[jokey]

[So sassy! Akira can't help snickering again, his bad mood from earlier already lifting. Thanks, Kurapika. You're the best but also the worst.]

Should I order you like a dog? Something tells me you'd get all huffy and indignant.

[revengier]

Like a dog? What's your problem?

[ UGH!!! He's peeling that potato in his hand with more force now. ]

How would you feel if I did that to you? [ ... ] Actually, don't answer. I don't want to hear it.

[jokey]

If you peeled me like a potato...?

[Sorry. Didn't think before speaking.]

I'd bite your leg, obviously. I'm a cat, not a dog.

[revengier]

[ If he were a less mature person, he'd throw that potato at Akira, but he gently sets it down on the cutting board instead before picking up another one. ]

The fact that you've given that any thought at all shows that you have too much time on your hands.

[jokey]

[Akira, a less mature person, is grateful... but not so grateful that he doesn't curl his hand like a lucky cat beckoning with its paw.]

I do nyot, meow~ I'm a very busy persnyan~

[HAND ON KNIFE JUST IN CASE,]

1/2

[revengier]

...

[ Kurapika sets down the knife and the potato. ]

[revengier]

[ And turns to leave the kitchen.

Goodbye.

He refuses to grace that with a response of any kind. ]

[jokey]

[Huh. Wh. Wait???]

Did you forget something? Lunch is almost ready—

[revengier]

[ He stops and turns back around towards Akira. ]

Are you done acting like a fool?

[ Honestly, he doesn't have high hopes with that, and the reality is that he doesn't mind exactly, but still. Principles. ]

[jokey]

Yes sir...

[Grumble grumble... Who let the fun police in here? Don't mind Akira sulking while he adds the carrots to the pot. Wah wah.]

What do you have against fun anyway? You'll prematurely age yourself acting so serious all the time. [whispers,] Do you want to turn out looking like Kiryu by the time you're thirty?

[revengier]

I'm too busy to have fun.

[ Which is what he has against it, mostly. If he has fun, he'll think about what he's missing out on in life and he can't have that. Not ever. ]

I really don't think I'll look like Kiryu when I'm thirty, especially if I continue to remain the same height.

[ He's likely to still get carded at that age, honestly. ]

Besides, Kiryu looks good for his age.

[jokey]

Are you serious?

[It's Kurapika. Obviously he's serious. Akira grooooans.]

Get real. I'm telling Kiryu you said that.

[this just in, kurapika is into smoking hot yakuza gilfs]

[revengier]

[ He fixes Akira with a flat stare. What's weird about what he said???? Huh!! ]

That I think he's aged well? That he probably uses some sort of skincare products? Sure, go ahead.

[jokey]

I don't think he does. Japanese people are blessed with good skin. I'd know.

[And besides...]

Not to be a gossip, but don't you think there's something about him? Something suspicious?

[Are you picking up what Akira's putting down? He happens to suspect that man of being Yakuza, but he's not going to delve into that subject if Kurapika doesn't have the same inkling as him.]

[revengier]

He reminds me of a lot of people I know.

[ So. What does that say about Kurapika? ]

Go ahead and plainly state what you're thinking.

[jokey]

Alright.

[Trusting you not to snitch, bro.]

That man is Yakuza without a doubt. The way he dresses, the dragons on his broom, the fact that he can't stop getting into fist fights. If Yakuza doesn't ring a bell, maybe mafia will.

[revengier]

[ Yakuza doesn't ring a bell, but "mafia" certainly does, and he immediately glances back over at Akira.

Kurapika doesn't say anything for a long moment, and he realizes then that there was a reason why he immediately took a bit of a liking to Kiryu. ]

...I see. I suppose I have something in common with him, then.

[jokey]

[Akira? A criminal surrounded by criminals? Say it ain't so!]

Yeah? What's that?

[revengier]

I'm the Nostrade family boss.

[ Anyway. Time to put those potatoes in, right? ]