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Chokes, I forgot I had an IC sideblog....

' Oh, if that's what you meant in the first place, then why not say you'd like to lay the...erm, "smack down" on shadows. But yes, that indeed sounds like quite the enjoyable way to spend one' weekend, I can certainly agree with you on that part. Or atleast, one of the many “bonkin” ways as you express. '

' Still to this very day I sometimes do not understand many of the phrases and words Ryuji uses...  What does “bonkin’” exactly mean? Do you have to physically bonk your head? '

‘ For my birthday Akira had bought me a recipe book for students on a budget. I finally can say I believe my days of instant noodles and boxes of Jagariko are over. ‘ Okay maybe that last part was an exaggeration, but the Emperor was proud of his finished work. He had prepared himself a proper meal, something that seemed so rare for the artist no longer living with a guardian to support him. Before the two of them sat a plate of omurice, decorated with ketchup sauce. He was so enamored with things like the beauty of cooking and did hold such knowledge on how to do things, so going through with preparing dishes like this brought him such joy.

Oh ... That was unexpected.

    His birthday was one he was use to not spending like many normal children. Even after his mother long passed was he use to his teacher and caretaker saying he didn’t have enough to even do anything for the blooming artist. As he grew up and began doing things on his own, growing into his own financial problems did he never do anything, or treat it as too special. Though honestly, if anyone were to do anything for him, to show gratitude for him being born, well that’d be a quick way to making him emotional.

   Oh -!! What was this? He had gotten a text earlier from Akira to wait for him at Leblanc, mentioning he had something he wanted to show him...but alas Yusuke seemed to get there before him. The artist didn’t mind, and it was very thankful that Sojiro was kind enough to brew him a cup as he waited on Akira. ‘ Ah Akira-Kun you’re he- ‘ Before he could finish was the cake, properly boxed to stay from getting destroyed was placed open infront of him. The sight of the pastry alone was enough to shock and surprise him.    ‘ This is....for me. ‘ He’d murmur, staring in awe over the beauty of the cake, though it wasn’t long before the book was presented before him. Hands extending did he take it from the ravenette, giving a bow of his head...tears most likely budding at the edges of his eyes. ‘ Thank you, I truly am greatful. ‘

    He was....asking him about his likes, asking about his birthday - considering giving him a gift. Art had always played a big role through out his entire life, after all his mother was under the care of his previous teacher up until her death, and then was his talent discovered at such a young age. It was all he seemed to care about. Akira asked what else he liked other than art, the fact that he wanted to give him a birthday present seemed so odd to him. He would receive few gifts on his birthday, on atleast the ones he could recall, more so when he was younger than when he was growing up. ‘ Ah ... what else do I like ?? ‘   His mind would wander, reaching a hand up to swipe at azure bangs. ‘ Anything from you would be warmly welcomed, Akira-Kun. ‘

      ‘ Taking advantage of someone's weakness like this ..... Jagariko Salad flavor, L size, one dozen !! ‘

         ‘  じゃがりこ !! ‘

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