* akechiâ:
he chuckled . his eyes , alight with a glint of devious amusement , betrayed the gentle smile on his face .  â that would assume that there is anyone present i consider company , kurusu-san . wouldnât that be presumptuous of you ? â akechi replied without missing a beat , turning back to look at the coffee in his cup . truth be told , he liked the little âbanterâ going back and forth between them . it certainly beats the fake smile and the even faker conversations between him and certain people .  â itâs fortunate that good coffee can make up for almost everything . â
     akira peers over the rim of his glasses at the detective, taking in his words with a raised brow. it isnât long before thereâs an amused grin curling his lips & he looks away with a chuckle. the mug that heâd been cleaning is set aside & hands are instead placed atop the counter. he leans forward, that smile edging on a smirk by then & he cants his head in a challenging manner. â oh, no, i was willing to wager the old man was of some interest to you. â The telltale clatter of dishes in the back sink alerts him to sojiroâs presence as well as the fact that his selective hearing mayâve caught onto the comment. â awe, but akechi, you flatter me ! i near dropped dead making that cup. poured my entire damn soul into it ! â













