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[chemex]

so has anybody given thought to the idea of a food truck
are food trucks a thing where you're from

i'm thinking about a food truck, if that wasn't obvious.

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[murderingjustice]

oh you know I'm always interested in economy politics.

you ought to know my taste by now.

[chemex]

you're such an old man sometimes

i'll surprise you with something, if you don't mind playing taste-tester.

[murderingjustice]

quite the contrary. being interested in economy and social politics are essential for modern day youth. we wouldn't want to be following the corrupt politicians and trusting them to handle things like a mindless sheep. keeping up with the surrounding environment and political events is the way to "take back the world" as Phantom Thieves would put it.

As long as it's not one of your experiments with hell spices.

[chemex]

i'll trust you'll give me the cliff notes.

ha! no, i'll behave, i promise. even if your horrified dying waddle after the takoyaki will never leave my brain.

[murderingjustice]

absolutely not. do your own homework.

thank you for reminding me. i wish i could forget it myself.

[chemex]

i have a food truck to run here, goro, i can't be reading up on current politics!

i don't. [Oops that's one of his grossly fond memory moments.]

[murderingjustice]

once you enter the world of entrepreneurship you might notice that you're involved in them.

well yes. i suppose you and your ragtag group could call it a victory of sorts.

[chemex]

you really need a vacation from your own brain sometimes, buddy.

that's not what i meant and you know it.

[murderingjustice]

do i?

[chemex]

do i have to come find you and reinstate my affections, goro, is that what this is.

[murderingjustice]

ah yes. because obviously i forget all about it on the instant you stop clinging on me like a baby koala and walk out of door.

[chemex]

okay but koalas are fucking vicious

[murderingjustice]

as are most of wildlife, yes.

[chemex]

okay i cave where are you

[murderingjustice]

what will you do with the information?

[chemex]

is this a serious question

[murderingjustice]

only if you are planning to interrupt my reading.

[chemex]

i'll let you keep reading, i just gotta smother you a minute.

[murderingjustice]

no pda in library.

> action

[chemex]

a-ha, you've given away your position, soldier.

[And assuming Akechi actually is in the library, Akira makes quick work of finding him and sliding into a seat beside him, just bumping their shoulders and grinning at him.]

[murderingjustice]

[He's well aware. The reason he let it "slip" was because he trust that Akira would have enough self-restraint not to make scenario in library out of all places.

Goro's in the reading hall in the upstairs. There's a small pile of books placed on the table next to him, titles varying from Plato to old other western classic fiction. He's currently reading Orlando by Virginia Woolf when Akira slides on the seat next to him, barely raising eyes off the text to acknowledge his presence.]

[chemex]

[Akira has very little actual interest in what Goro's reading, because he's quite sure it'll bore him to death. So he glances at the page he's on, sees the sheer amount of words, and just settles to lean against him, tipping his head onto the older's shoulder.]

[As promised, he doesn't disrupt his reading.]

[murderingjustice]

[Woah, rude much? But then again, this title is somewhat off-brand for him. While he prefers western classics Woolf is a little bit too modern for him. But eh, he saw it on the shelf so he might as well read it properly.

Well, anyway. Akira leaning over does make him acknowledge him. Goro tears his attention away from the book to look at the unruly mop of curls resting against his shoulder.]

What are you doing?

[chemex]

Providing affection without disrupting your reading.

[He tips his head at an angle so he can look at him, curious but largely slack-faced.] Unless my hair's in the way, actually.

[murderingjustice]

[Huffing, Goro brings his free hand to push on Akira's head.]

How is this not disrupting my reading? Your unruly hair aside.