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[messianic]

[Okay. Minato actually pouts a little at that, lips pursing.]

I just told you what I'm getting out of this... you don't have to give me anything in return.

Can you at least believe that much?

[survivaltricks]

[holds up a hand, thoroughly defeated. HE CAN'T FIGHT THAT POUT]

All right, all right. I'll stop fussing.

[messianic]

Good.

[Minato relaxes again pretty easily at that.]

This is part of friendship too, so... I'm really glad to hear that.

[survivaltricks]

[the more this happens, the more Akira comes to realize he's just going to have to get used to it!!]

You're a bit of a smooth talker, you know? [LIGHTLY but there's a bit of truth to it] I bet none of your Confidants stood a chance.

[messianic]

[He just...blinks blankly at that, clearly confused.]

Smooth talker...? Was that smooth talking...?

[????]

[survivaltricks]

[omg, Minato is so. . . clueless. . .]

Smooth as velvet. Or silk? Pick your favorite.

[wags a brow and takes another bite of omurice]

[messianic]

[He still just looks troubled.]

I wasn't trying to be... I was being sincere. I hope you know that I really meant it--

[survivaltricks]

[AW, SENPAI. . .]

Ah-- of course you really meant it.

That's what makes it so smooth.

[messianic]

[Well. That helps to make him look a little less concerned, at least.]

... I don't think I entirely understand, still... but so long as you know that I meant it, I'm okay with it.

What are your favorite meals, by the way. [asking for a friend]

[survivaltricks]

[ASKING FOR A FRIEND, HUH]

[his response is immediate]

The tears of my enemies.

[messianic]

[And without missing a beat:]

That'll be a tough one... I don't even know who your enemies are to get tears from.

[survivaltricks]

[his lips twitch]

I can't make things easy on you, can I?

[messianic]

[Minato just shakes his head at that.]

... Well. What about your second favorite, non-tears-related meal?

[survivaltricks]

The blood of my enemies.

[now he's jut being contrary]

[messianic]

Okay, so I'll put that down as... hmm... tonkatsu sandos?

[survivaltricks]

[A LAUGH]

. . . curry, actually. But I do like tonkatsu sandos, too.

[messianic]

Oooh, curry... I don't know if I have any good curry recipes stored in my head, but I'm willing to give it a shot.

[survivaltricks]

I'm a lucky keeper of the best curry recipe in the world.

[HE SAYS SO CONFIDENTLY!!]

But I can't pass it on to you until you've proven your curry worth.

[messianic]

Oh wow... that must be some recipe if you believe in it so strongly.

What do I have to do to prove my curry worth? Make you some curry of my own?

[survivaltricks]

That's a good place to start, so long as you make enough for yourself, too.

[places his chopsticks over the now-empty plate of (former) omurice]

I'll make us both some coffee to go with it.

[messianic]

[Oooh.]

That sounds fair. Coffee sounds really good, actually... I haven't had a cup since showing up here.

[He rubs the back of his head.]

Too busy and distracted to make some, I guess.

[survivaltricks]

Say it isn't so. There's nothing worse than a man deprived of his daily coffee intake.

[he says so blandly. is he joking. . .?]