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[messianic]

[ ... ... ... f-fluffy. ]

... I don't remember them. Before... now.

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[his ears flatten, then pop back up again. they are very fluffy!]

I didn't--

[and he cranes his head over his shoulder to look at his bac. wings?? gone???]

-- where are Fran's wings??

[messianic]

I... don't know.

[ Minato will even peer around Akira's back, but... nope! ]

They're gone. It's like they've been replaced by the ears and tail.

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[. . .]

[u know what]

[on the list of shit that has happened over the past three days this only rates like a two on the shit scale, so]

[he's just]

[going to throw his hands into the air]

You know what? Sure.

Whatever. This might as well happen.

[messianic]

[ ... yeah okay. ]

I don't understand, but I guess it's pretty harmless. So long as you're feeling okay...

[ ... ]

The cat ears are really cute, anyway.

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[A BIT]

[incredulously, but not with displeasure]

Thanks. Deep down I always knew I was a bona fide cat boy.

[messianic]

[ opens mouth





closes mouth

he does not know what to say to that ]

... You said it, not me.

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[lets out a breathless laugh and lifts a hand to scrub gently but tiredly at his face. note that his eyes are now heterochromatic-- one gray and one blue!!]

[anyway, there's the motel!! Akira kind of hesitates when they reach Cerberus's door]

[messianic]

[ Minato also hesitates for a long moment--

And then he reaches for Akira's arm to tow him in with him. ]

... Have you seen the kitchen yet?

[ he's not ready for Akira to leave yet. ]

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[blinks a little, instinctively leaning into that touch, body moving with Minato's tugging]

You have a kitchen now?

[messianic]

Yeah. We all put in a request for it and now here it is.

[ in they goooo. It's a very nice kitchen. ]

A lot of Cerberus cooks, so... it's kind of nice and cozy and homey to have it around.

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[passing through the common room to get to the kitchen, Akira pauses]

[. . .]

Why's the refrigerator out here?

[AND NOT, LIKE. IN THE KITCHEN]

[messianic]

[ without missing a beat: ]

Having an extra refrigerator gives the place character.

We love Extra Fridge-san.

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[. . .]

[pats the fridge's door]

There, there. Maybe one day, you'll be able to return home to the kitchen.

[messianic]

[ snorts vaguely. ]

Come on. I'll make you something to eat.

You probably burned a lot of calories.

[ fighting monsters. being a monster. etc. ]

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[h-hah]

And yet I barely feel the physical strain.

[ACTUALLY HE'S PRETTY DAMN EXHAUSTED BUT SHHHH]

[messianic]

[ looks at Akira critically.

And blandly: ]

Your HP may be okay, but your MP is in the single digits. Sit down, okay? I'll make...

[ hmmm!! ]

Some miso soup and... fish?

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[mouths MP??? don't you mean SP, senpai??]

If I tired to say no, you'd bully me, wouldn't you?

[mmmm]

So that sounds. . . good.

[messianic]

[ yes but i've been playing a lot of smt v, don't look at me. ]

I would... unless you really didn't want it.

But if it's just because you don't want me to go to the trouble or something... then it's fine, because I want to do this.

[ so he'll start puttering around the Cerberus kitchen! ]

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[fortunately they're both probably nerd enough to know that MP is used in most video games it's fine]

[following Minato into the kitchen, head tilted back to admire the simple decor]

No comment.

[messianic]

[ Minato huffs out a faint breath at that, but he just shakes his head. Thankfully, stocking the place for basic Japanese meals had been a priority for him, so he's got what he needs for a simple meal of salmon and miso soup.

He'll just start to cook, for now in silence. The distraction is nice, but...

....... it's not really enough. ]

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[Akira's going to take a seat at whatever table I gave Cerberus, I don't remember, don't at me. he falls silent when Minato does, hands linked together and resting on the table, tail swishing behind him as it hangs off the side of the chair]

[. . .]

[now that they aren't talking, or joking around, the weight of the morning's events are starting to press against him again, and he ducks his head and closes his eyes to take in a deep breath]

[messianic]

[ Minato feels that. The weight of the events of what happened are... crushing, honestly, and it's hard to keep his chin up.

he focuses on the meal; setting up the soup to boil, cutting up the fish to fry. ]

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[AWKWARD SILENCE. . .]

[it takes him a bit to muster up the energy, but when he does, he lifts his head to speak again]

. . . smells really good.

[messianic]

[ ... ah. ]

... Thanks. Sorry. I was... thinking, I guess.

It shouldn't be much longer.