[Akira chuffs and shakes his head, taking a bite of his curry.]
I tried not to. I tested his patience more than once, but by the end, I came to see him like a second father. I owe the old man for more than just his recipes.
[ He doesn't mean it negatively, though, and that's evident by the little smile on his lips as he takes a bite of curry.
Kurapika pauses, taking a moment to let the flavor differences sink in. The coffee really does bring out different notes in the curry, making them shine. ]
[No offense taken, frankly. Akira knows himself and is far from in denial. Who would he be if he didn't put the people he cares about through their paces?]
Glad you like it, but now you know who to give your thanks to. Sojiro's coffee and curry is even better than mine.
[His employees... Look at you, Kurapika, hustling at such a young age. Akira lifts a hand to smother a chuckle.]
You mean your underlings? Make sure they call ahead. We'll fix them all a plate.
[If Kurapika has one thing over Akechi (he has many things over Akechi, for the record), it's that he makes pleasant company over coffee and curry. This is just the right level of sass.]
Thanks for hanging out with me today. We should do this again some time.
[ Look, he's making that distinction clear, okay! He respects all of them too much to view them that way.
Kurapika takes another bite of curry, chewing over Akira's words. ]
You sound so formal. [ And it's weird, but maybe it's the fact that it feels like a formal establishment of some sort of bond that leaves him feeling odd. ] I wouldn't mind doing it again, however.
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I tried not to. I tested his patience more than once, but by the end, I came to see him like a second father. I owe the old man for more than just his recipes.
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[ He doesn't mean it negatively, though, and that's evident by the little smile on his lips as he takes a bite of curry.
Kurapika pauses, taking a moment to let the flavor differences sink in. The coffee really does bring out different notes in the curry, making them shine. ]
Your suggestion for coffee was a good one.
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[No offense taken, frankly. Akira knows himself and is far from in denial. Who would he be if he didn't put the people he cares about through their paces?]
Glad you like it, but now you know who to give your thanks to. Sojiro's coffee and curry is even better than mine.
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[ He sits back after taking another bite, seemingly contemplating something. ]
If we were from the same world, I'd have my employees go make a visit and bring something back for me.
[ Y'know. His mafia underlings. ]
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You mean your underlings? Make sure they call ahead. We'll fix them all a plate.
[If Kurapika has one thing over Akechi (he has many things over Akechi, for the record), it's that he makes pleasant company over coffee and curry. This is just the right level of sass.]
Thanks for hanging out with me today. We should do this again some time.
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[ Look, he's making that distinction clear, okay! He respects all of them too much to view them that way.
Kurapika takes another bite of curry, chewing over Akira's words. ]
You sound so formal. [ And it's weird, but maybe it's the fact that it feels like a formal establishment of some sort of bond that leaves him feeling odd. ] I wouldn't mind doing it again, however.
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[Hehehe. Jokes aside, he's happy he met someone like Kurapika. It's almost like having a friendly rival again.]
Then let's. You can call on me any time.
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But for now, he'll just continue to eat and sip at his coffee. ]
Since you're so hung up on politeness, you're free to leave when you finish. I'll clean up.
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[Wow, don't dismiss him!! But he'll do just that, thanking Kurapika one last time for extra nice boy points before taking his leave.]