[Akechi glares in the direction of Shinjiro's back. Aragaki isn't in charge, he just knows what he's doing, which... all right, probably qualifies him for in charge more than one Goro "cooking is for other people" Akechi....
... look at him go, though, finding exactly what he needs and bringing it to their bench; the careful eye he gives to all those little jars and boxes. Like there's a wholly different person under that sullen mask—well, that's no surprise; everyone has something they can bore you about for hours, and if you play interested in just the right way, they'll shower you with attention, they'll think you're just the cutest mirror of themself they ever saw. And someone who's going to make it their business to keep the rest of them fed—Akechi doesn't have to be too smart to see the value there. Except, except—
He glances back down at his fish. The last fillet comes cleanly away beneath his knife, less ragged than the first two; he sets the carcass aside, reaching for another cold, slippery dead fish. He finds himself wondering what Aragaki's secret is—what he hides beneath that mask, rather than in his darkest, unadmitted heart. Idle curiosity, no more. He doesn't pose any kind of thr—
Akechi almost smiles.] Spicy food doesn't bother me. [he lies flawlessly here, flawlessly, you understand; this is in no way an evasion a six-year-old could see through.] But since this is for everyone, it might not be a good idea to make it too hot. This might be the only meal some people get all day.
[Seriously, though, look at him crack those eggs into the bowl. Why would he have got so good at this?] I think you've been less than honest with me, you know. You didn't learn all of this from cooking shows.
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... look at him go, though, finding exactly what he needs and bringing it to their bench; the careful eye he gives to all those little jars and boxes. Like there's a wholly different person under that sullen mask—well, that's no surprise; everyone has something they can bore you about for hours, and if you play interested in just the right way, they'll shower you with attention, they'll think you're just the cutest mirror of themself they ever saw. And someone who's going to make it their business to keep the rest of them fed—Akechi doesn't have to be too smart to see the value there. Except, except—
He glances back down at his fish. The last fillet comes cleanly away beneath his knife, less ragged than the first two; he sets the carcass aside, reaching for another cold, slippery dead fish. He finds himself wondering what Aragaki's secret is—what he hides beneath that mask, rather than in his darkest, unadmitted heart. Idle curiosity, no more. He doesn't pose any kind of thr—
Akechi almost smiles.] Spicy food doesn't bother me. [he lies flawlessly here, flawlessly, you understand; this is in no way an evasion a six-year-old could see through.] But since this is for everyone, it might not be a good idea to make it too hot. This might be the only meal some people get all day.
[Seriously, though, look at him crack those eggs into the bowl. Why would he have got so good at this?] I think you've been less than honest with me, you know. You didn't learn all of this from cooking shows.