まけない!

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                                 It  was  one  of  those  rare  days  where  he  was  actually  in  the  cafe  with  it  being  open.  He  was  often  in  the  shop,  but  he  was  generally  up  in  his  art  studio  and  would  come  down  on  brakes  to  make  coffee  and  make  full  use  of  his  own  shop  kitchen.  Today  was  the  rare  exception  where  he  wanted  to  cook  so,  he  had  sent  ‘Akari’  an  invitation  to  join  him  for  lunch.  He  had  promised  her  lunch  and  he  was  intending  to  keep  that  promise.  The  angel  made  sure  closer  to  time  that  the  shop  would  have  an  imprint  to  keep  outside  visitors  out  while  they  had  some  time  together  to  talk.  Todays  menu  was  a  more  Japanese  take  on  chicken  and  dumplings.  He  had  seen  a  recipe  while  he  getting  ideas  for  the  shop  and  now  he  was  eager  to  have  feedback.  

@cosmama​

      it’s in moments like these that she’s able to remember that despite everything, she’s still human. the cafe serves as a temporary sanctuary from her problems, a place where the burdens and expectations she constantly carries slowly slip away. in this place she is not a solider at war but simply herself. akari’s attention is currently focused on her gracious host, watching in awe as he works his way throughout the kitchen effortlessly. although she’s never been much of a cook herself, there has been one constant across her many reincarnations relating to it: a very deep appreciation for food. she’s trying to be...subtle about it as she leans a bit too forward across the counter in excitement, asking a slew of questions regarding what they were having for lunch all while doing so.