Floor 1, Room 3

[jokey]

AKIRA

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[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,]

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[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? ]

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[jokey]

[jokey]

Hold on a sec.

[jokey]

I'm not asking you if you're serious. I know you're serious.

done

[jokey]

When were you planning on telling me that you're in a gang?

[revengier]

[ He shrugs. ]

Whenever you asked or I had a reason to tell you. It's not exactly relevant to what we're doing here, but I'm not actively keeping it a secret.

[jokey]

[Ignoring what Kurapika just said entirely,]

I can't believe we're cooking mafia curry...

[revengier]

That isn't a dish that even exists.

[ He will peer over what Akira is making, though. Does it smell good...? ]