[ right. he didn't make a mess. yuuji doesn't believe that, but he did promise to drop this subject as the other is, clearly, unwilling to indulge in it further. the incident inside the palace will not be discussed again. however, they do have to discuss other matters when akira is in a better mood— probably after he is fed, or during ... or before. maybe right now? yuuji is impatient.
the words linger on the tip of his tongue, but akira was gone before he could spit them out. well, fuck.
anyway, he's back in the kitchen preparing their late meal. he sets his phone on the nearby corner, listening to the latest beats from the local radio as he soaks the pot with water and some dashi powder, switching on the heat after. he then starts chopping some vegetables- ]
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[ right. he didn't make a mess. yuuji doesn't believe that, but he did promise to drop this subject as the other is, clearly, unwilling to indulge in it further. the incident inside the palace will not be discussed again. however, they do have to discuss other matters when akira is in a better mood— probably after he is fed, or during ... or before. maybe right now? yuuji is impatient.
the words linger on the tip of his tongue, but akira was gone before he could spit them out. well, fuck.
anyway, he's back in the kitchen preparing their late meal. he sets his phone on the nearby corner, listening to the latest beats from the local radio as he soaks the pot with water and some dashi powder, switching on the heat after. he then starts chopping some vegetables- ]