[well. this isn't an argument he's winning. and it's. . . a little strange, being on this side of things. isn't he usually the one barking out orders. . .?]
[another laugh, and he tightens his grip on the gardening shears, mustering up the last bits of his energy to vault forward and drive the sharp end into the nearest zombie's face, right between the eyes]
[his lack of a verbal response is probably acquiescence enough]
[It is, and Minato just nods to himself approvingly--before he follows suit, backing Akira up and watching his back in equal measure as they take on the remainder of the zombies surrounding them.
It's gross, but with enough effort, they manage to squish their way to victory.]
[the zombies, though bigger and badder than the last group, still go down fairly easily. but by the time the crowd is cleared, Akira is leaning his shoulder against a tree as he heaves in deep breath after breath]
What I wouldn't give for some good coffee right about now. . .
. . . are we sure the area is secure? That there's no one out there who needs our help?
[he doesn't like the idea of just, you know, heading inside and taking a break when someone might be in trouble? but then again, they still haven't met anyone else, so. . . it's probably fine?]
[Akira pauses at the diner door for one last survey, before he slips inside and exhales deeply. Joker's outfit burns away, leaving him dressed in his blood-spattered butler uniform]
[. . . . PUSHY!! HE BULLY!!! but Akira just lets out a light huff before sliding into one of the bar seats, arms folded on the counter so he can rest his head against same]
Then at least tell me for my own personal satisfaction.
[every so often he looks over at the door; it's difficult to relax fully, knowing what's happening outside. but once he gets his strength up, they can continue their reconnaissance]
[Poor Akira... at least it doesn't take Minato long to make the coffee; he comes back with it soon enough, setting the cup in front of Akira, his own in his hands.
It smells pretty good! It's not Leblanc levels of coffee, but it is pretty drinkable.]
I can't say I'm that much of a connoisseur, to be honest. I just drank whatever the cafe had on hand.
Mmm. I used to live in the attic of a cafe, after all.
[tapping his foot against the ground, gaze still flickering to the door. he may not be good for coffee conversation like this. . . but at least he isn't chugging down his drink, understanding that he needs to give it time to work its magic and restore his SP]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
survivaltricks) wrote2021-09-17 11:25 pm
no subject
[another laugh, and he tightens his grip on the gardening shears, mustering up the last bits of his energy to vault forward and drive the sharp end into the nearest zombie's face, right between the eyes]
[his lack of a verbal response is probably acquiescence enough]
no subject
It's gross, but with enough effort, they manage to squish their way to victory.]
no subject
What I wouldn't give for some good coffee right about now. . .
[IN THE MIDDLE OF A ZOMBIE INVASION??]
no subject
Then let's go make some.
[In the middle of a zombie invasion. He's casual about this.]
no subject
. . . are we sure the area is secure? That there's no one out there who needs our help?
[he doesn't like the idea of just, you know, heading inside and taking a break when someone might be in trouble? but then again, they still haven't met anyone else, so. . . it's probably fine?]
no subject
Will you be able to help people more after a cup of coffee?
no subject
[falls into step behind the other wild card, gaze still flicking around their surroundings, juuuust in case]
no subject
To the diner!!
For coffee!!
Though Minato can occasionally hear the shuffling of zombies, they don't actually encounter any more on the way. And as they get to the diner proper:]
How do you like your coffee?
no subject
. . . black. And you?
no subject
I'm the one making it for us today. You should sit down.
[So he'll move towards the kitchen, nodding to himself as he rummages for the coffee.]
no subject
Then at least tell me for my own personal satisfaction.
no subject
Affectionately. There are standard coffee noises as he putters around.]
Mm, okay. I also prefer it black, but I like it in pretty much any way.
no subject
Do you have a favorite blend?
no subject
It smells pretty good! It's not Leblanc levels of coffee, but it is pretty drinkable.]
I can't say I'm that much of a connoisseur, to be honest. I just drank whatever the cafe had on hand.
no subject
Remind me to introduce you to some of my favorite blends when we have more time on our hands.
no subject
You've got favorite blends? You must know a lot about coffee, then.
no subject
[tapping his foot against the ground, gaze still flickering to the door. he may not be good for coffee conversation like this. . . but at least he isn't chugging down his drink, understanding that he needs to give it time to work its magic and restore his SP]
no subject
But he's made sure to keep the rake very close by.]
I guess that would get you to know a lot about coffee... it's a little unusual though, isn't it?
Living in those circumstances, I mean.
no subject
[another sip of his coffee, and he doesn't look at Minato]
. . . that's a story for another day.
[when they aren't, you know. FIGHTING ZOMBIES]
no subject
Another time, then.
For now, we'll focus on the current problem.
no subject
Sorry. I guess I'm not a great conversationalist when I'm worried about other people.
no subject
[Akira's taking a break, and that's all Minato asked from him, after all.]
no subject
. . . you don't feel anxious? Just. . . a little?
no subject
[Oh. His tone is still pretty calm, though.]
I'm really worried and anxious. What if someone's in danger right now? What if it was something we could prevent?
... But in the long term, this is the best choice we can make for the situation we're in. We'll be able to help more people this way.
That's what I'm holding onto.
no subject
[he's so. . . calm. in a way, it helps Akira calm down as well, his shoulders slouching as he sips at his coffee some more]
. . .
I can see why you were the leader of your team.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)