[It can be hard learning a new kitchen space, but it's something that puts Akira at ease. It always has, even back during the first days that he moved to Leblanc. Now, with the situations with both Akechi and Maruki... it's probably something he needs now more than ever.
The pantries are well-stocked, at least. He hadn't really known what to expect from either of them, but it seems like at least one or both must cook fairly often... Enough to have a good stock of supplies and a good arrangement of equipment.
He looks around. Nobody else is with him here, except for the cat watching him with careful eyes from a short distance away. Assessing him, most likely, til she feels comfortable with him; he's a stranger that just arrived in her house, after all.
...Akira should probably try to get comfortable here too, though. He'd thought about it yesterday, but he's decided now. He'll cook breakfast for them. Things may be complicated, but he's up before (seemingly) anyone else. It's the least he can do. It seems like there's enough to scrounge together for curry, so...
It's quiet as he goes about his work. There's a peace to falling into the familiar steps, even if he's unsure if he should be worrying about the ingredients at all. His new housemates seem to be living here and eating the food, even if it's cognitive, so Akira isn't going to think about it too hard. What he is going to do is grab a cup and see if there's any coffee to make. Akira turns-
and
in the corner
is a man glaring from the shadows.]
Shit-
[It's hissed out between his teeth, his body jerks, his elbow goes out-
There's a long stretch of silence. Akira doesn't move, hand tightly clutching the mug in a death grip, waiting to see if the man will move instead. Or speak. Or at least stop glaring.
But he can't stand leaving that mess on the floor. Akira needs to move, he needs to do something, so he finally moves the slightest centimeter and says-]
action; 11/7, his first morning because i think that's what we all deserve
The pantries are well-stocked, at least. He hadn't really known what to expect from either of them, but it seems like at least one or both must cook fairly often... Enough to have a good stock of supplies and a good arrangement of equipment.
He looks around. Nobody else is with him here, except for the cat watching him with careful eyes from a short distance away. Assessing him, most likely, til she feels comfortable with him; he's a stranger that just arrived in her house, after all.
...Akira should probably try to get comfortable here too, though. He'd thought about it yesterday, but he's decided now. He'll cook breakfast for them. Things may be complicated, but he's up before (seemingly) anyone else. It's the least he can do. It seems like there's enough to scrounge together for curry, so...
It's quiet as he goes about his work. There's a peace to falling into the familiar steps, even if he's unsure if he should be worrying about the ingredients at all. His new housemates seem to be living here and eating the food, even if it's cognitive, so Akira isn't going to think about it too hard. What he is going to do is grab a cup and see if there's any coffee to make. Akira turns-
and
Shit-
[It's hissed out between his teeth, his body jerks, his elbow goes out-
There's a long stretch of silence. Akira doesn't move, hand tightly clutching the mug in a death grip, waiting to see if the man will move instead. Or speak. Or at least stop glaring.
But he can't stand leaving that mess on the floor. Akira needs to move, he needs to do something, so he finally moves the slightest centimeter and says-]
Are you having breakfast here, too?