"Let me explain!"

Sojiro’s movements slow to a stop, raising an eyebrow at Takuya and ignoring the flash of concern the teens words install in him. What bought this conversation on?  Part of him wants to tease the kid, but somehow whatever he might have said feels like the wrong thing to say in this moment.  There’s something...off. Something that rubs his rust parenting instincts the wrong way.  So instead of a tease, or a gruff dismissal, Sojiro stops what he was doing and turns to face his charge fully.  “What makes you think that?” He questions lightly. “Even after you go home, you know you’re always more then welcome here. Your parent’s be damned, I’ll pay for the trip” So...maybe Sojiro was a little more reluctant to let Takuya go back home at the end of things then he let on. He’d grown fond of the kid, sue him. 

“Are you going to pay for it?” Sojiro barely resists glaring at the kid. Like hell is he just going to serve up a cup of one of the worlds most expensive coffee’s without his charge working to get it. He does own a business after all, doesn’t matter how fond of the teen he may be. That coffee is damn hard to come by, and he doesn’t have much of it in stock. “You’ve got to earn a cup like that, kid” 

@rehabilitaticn-He levels the kid with a look, mildly displeased but with no real heat behind it, before rolling his eyes. “Alright, just don’t forget the spare key, I’m not leaving the place unlocked while you’re out. And don’t be out wandering the streets all night” He grumbles, tossing said spare key to his charge before going back to cleaning the mugs and dishes. He wasn’t at all concerned as to what the hell he might be doing, staying out late at night. Just a little curious. He was still supposed to be reporting on him, after all. Even if most of the reports he sent in were rather condensed and left out a few details. 

@brxknqce--Sojiro spots him and heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes. Honestly, didn’t the kid sleep well last night? He’d have to make sure to start shooing him away sooner so he got longer to rest. A steaming mug, not coffee strangely, but rich, homemade hot chocolate is placed down near his head, a hand reaching out to ruffle long hair. “Hey, kid. C’mon, you can’t sleep there. Wake up” He orders, grouchy but gentle. 

@yagiiri-It;s a quiet day at Leblanc, so Sojiro catches the new face’s little mumble and holds back a huff of amusement. He knows his beloved little cafe is a bit back-of-the-wall, not too popular and hard to find, but he doesn’t mind that. He likes the quiet, the familiar faces of regulars. It’s relaxing, almost homey. He wouldn’t change Leblanc any time soon. “How can I help, miss?” He offers with a polite smile. He wonders where she’s come from, and how she found the place. She’s a bit younger then his usual customers, but a bit too old for him to instantly presume it’s another one of Akira’s friends. 

@beneaththymask--He pauses in his motions, slightly raising an eyebrow at his charge before sighing lightly and gesturing for him to sit, pouring out a mug of the fresh batch of coffee he’d just been brewing and placing it before the teen. “Alright. What is it?” He encourages with a nod, leaning back and simply waiting for Akira to speak up again. 

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