[Is that Ren's way of mocking him? Akechi's fairly certain that it is. He looks down at his bare hands, still agitated that he can't pull gloves on and also relieved that he can't get them dirty with any of this mayo. It does look and smell delicious, though. He can't deny it, and it's no worse than takoyaki made in a microwave at a school festival.
Still, he's a little defiant, and he walks over to a neighboring food truck and gets two of their biodegradable forks. If Ren doesn't want to use it, fine. But he won't give him the satisfaction of only having gotten one.
He flashes both of the forks proudly to Ren as he returns.]
Where are we sitting? [As if he's not just shown off his forks or thrown a mild, somewhat internal tantrum.]
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Still, he's a little defiant, and he walks over to a neighboring food truck and gets two of their biodegradable forks. If Ren doesn't want to use it, fine. But he won't give him the satisfaction of only having gotten one.
He flashes both of the forks proudly to Ren as he returns.]
Where are we sitting? [As if he's not just shown off his forks or thrown a mild, somewhat internal tantrum.]