[ He doesn't miss the way Akira mentions doing it only for his friends, and while that might have been just a casual choice of words and not an extension to include him in that group, Akechi can't help but grip the mug a little tighter between his fingers, without even realizing it. Like he's clinging to the possibility, too. ]
That's... silly. It's perfectly edible.
[ ... although anything that isn't burned to a crisp or hasn't gone bad could technically be called edible, so this isn't much of a compliment, either. Okay, maybe he should go for a new approach.
He reaches for the mug again, blows on it to give himself a little more time to prepare and goes for a second sip-- and this time he manages to keep a perfectly neutral expression throughout most of it. Except for the very end.
He's smiling. ]
I think I rather like it. Perhaps it's an acquired taste?
[ Or perhaps he just likes the implication, who knows. ]
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That's... silly. It's perfectly edible.
[ ... although anything that isn't burned to a crisp or hasn't gone bad could technically be called edible, so this isn't much of a compliment, either. Okay, maybe he should go for a new approach.
He reaches for the mug again, blows on it to give himself a little more time to prepare and goes for a second sip-- and this time he manages to keep a perfectly neutral expression throughout most of it. Except for the very end.
He's smiling. ]
I think I rather like it. Perhaps it's an acquired taste?
[ Or perhaps he just likes the implication, who knows. ]