[ It’s okay. Akira understands the busy life, though he can keep weekends clear if asked. That sounds fine and all, but he’s just wondering about details. ]
It takes time to cook unless we’re going to live off of cup ramen and hot pockets.
[ !!! What kind of stuff can Minato make, anyway? But... It's nothing compared to Elliot's leftovers. Hmmm. He's sure that the two, whatever differences, can at least be civil around each other. ]
My place is available if you're fine with it. Sometimes it gets loud and people interrupt, though.
Cooking is something you pick up when you live on your own. [ Or toddle around cooking-oriented family members for all your formative years. His cooking definitely doesn't compare to Elliot's; they're just what he remembers helping his grandmother prep for meals when he was growing up. ]
Are your roommates very rowdy?
[ He knows Elliot lives with him. Doesn't know about Yusuke, although Minato wouldn't think he's loud either. He definitely does not want to meet NPC Ryoji ever. ]
[ It's okay. Akira is only a cooking novice, but curry is slowly turning into his specialty. It works with his mastery in coffee—his roommates though.
Why don't you want to meet NPC Ryoji, Minato? He's great and makes great origami hats for their cats. Who wouldn't want to meet him?! Stroking his chin, he's not sure how to go about this. ]
Elliot and Yusuke are easy to handle, but I would say that Ryoji, Tuuri, and myself are the rowdy ones in comparison.
[ Minato lights up for the briefest of moments. He likes Elliot('s food), Yusuke('s voice), and Tuuri. NPC Ryoji, on the other hand, visits Expressive every single day at the start of Minato's shift regardless of his change in work schedule at the start of every month and watches him work through the shift, so he could do without that guy. Then there's Akira. ]
That's easy. Just ask everybody to keep still and quiet if they want to watch. We'll keep the volume low and subtitles on.
[ Apparently, people can be surprisingly agreeable if you use your words. He learned this from Elliot. ]
Or we can watch it here. It's just Jamie, Kitty, and me, so that's less people to manage. Your choice.
If we keep the volume low, people have to stay quiet in order to hear.
[ It's not just for movies; it's how he interacts with people too, never really raising his voice in an argument so that the other person has to calm down to respond to whatever he's mumbling. Keeps everything at his pace. ]
If it's okay with the rest of your roommates. I'll be in your care for a weekend.
[ Akira isn't one for raising his voice, either, but this is a different situation entirely. Take action and assert yourself or else you'll never have a chance. Humming thoughtfully, he's sure his roommates would be courteous enough. ]
I'm sure it'll be fine. [ NO PROBLEMS. ] I'll be in your care today, then.
[ After placing the mug on a surface, he plops onto the couch to lounge... If that means having to use Minato as a cushion, then so be it. ]
[ If they don't want to watch, all the better; they can turn the volume up and leave the subtitles on.
TODAY, THOUGH..... weren't you going to pick up a jacket and then leave, Akira... But it's okay, he can lie on Minato's lap if he's brave enough. If that's the case, Minato's just going to rest his cup on Akira's forehead and have him be thankful it's juice and not hot coffee. ]
[ He was, but he's tired now that he arrived on his dragon and healed his apathetic senpai. Odd enough, he stays completely still and keeps the cup balanced on his forehead—all with his eyes closed. ]
I am. I have napping on Minato's couch etched into my schedule.
[ This trial is like not being able to get up with a cat pinning down one's lap... Minato waits until Akira stops moving, and then lets go of the cup, leaving it at his mercy. What to do about somebody trying to sleep on him. If it were the other way around, he'd appreciate being left alone to take this well deserved nap, so...
He leans over to tug a couch cushion out from under Akira's legs, pick his cup back up, and smother dear kohai's face with the cushion.
[ Minato... If you think Akira hasn't trained himself in every single way so he can flirt with death, then you're wrong. His brow does furrow when he feels the cushion plastered to his face, but he can hold his breath for quite some time when the going gets tough.
[ This isn't something he should be training for!! Minato keeps the pressure on for all of ten seconds before letting up, because he's weak and knows that dying by suffocation is the one way he doesn't want to die. The last of the juice gets drunk and the cup set on the table as far as he can reach without rolling Akira off his lap, and then he settles back and leans his elbows on Akira's stomach. ]
I've got homework... And this is my couch. If you want to sleep, my room's at the end of the hall, door to your right.
[ It's helpful? You face death every day, so knowing how to play the game is crucial! By the way, he quickly switched to Yoshitsune, so the elbow to his stomach does not at all inflict the sharp pain. Bless.
[ Ughhh... He probably can't lift a dead body all by himself, but rather than be convince that Akira's really dead, he thinks through the ways people try to wake him up; smothering him with the cushion is more or less like pinching his nose, and the elbow drop is equivalent to a sternal rub. He's out of juice, or it would've been like splashing cold water on his face. Tickling is weird, pass. Mnn.... It's tough. Maybe he'll just give up and sleep too.
A glance over at Akira's face to see if his eyes are still closed. Then Minato gets his phone out and taps out a text to send to Akira. Two messages. Three. bzzz. bzzzz. ]
[ He can only be woken up by true love's kiss, but there's no way Minato can figure that out. Akira rests peacefully, slowly lulled into a slumber. Except, no, his phone is here.
... It could be urgent, but he has a feeling it isn't. He opens his eyes to check the lock screen, anyway. Huh. Smart. ]
If I rolled you off, you'll just sleep on my floor. That's what I would do.
[ Text messages on the other hand, is something people check reflexively in this day and age, so that's what he banked on. What he sent isn't anything important, so he cuts in before Akira can check his phone. ]
[ Damn technology and his attachment to it... In this day and age, who doesn't check their texts? His gaze lifts to lock onto Minato's eyes, as if searching into his soul like most cats do. ]
[ Minato stares back. His roommate has a cat and Minato's won every single staring contest to date. ]
I have schoolwork. [ In general, all the time, it's never ending. Even if he didn't originally plan to do it this afternoon. ] Go to bed, generate your own body heat, and the blankets will trap it and keep you warm.
[ Akira is the superior cat here. Minato can try!! Maybe not today, but another time. He sits up, now resting to the back of the couch like a normal person. ]
You sure? I don't want to impose more than I have.
[ Akira is very Aware when he's asserting him into someone's space. It's temping, especially with how exhausted he feels. His usual naps are half an hour to an hour, so there's no need to kick him out by force, either. ]
Your roommate won't find that weird—you do have one, right? Jamie.
[ This “Jamie,” if they exist... THEY WONT FIND THIS WEIRD? ]
[ His mysterious roommate "Jamie" that nobody has ever seen around... except for they do and Jamie is currently studying hard for the MCAT so he's out in the library somewhere and probably wouldn't be back until late. It'll be fine and they can avoid the whole encounter if Akira leaves before he comes back, or if he wakes up too late, Minato can roll him out the window. ]
Jamie? Yeah, he'll probably find it weird seeing somebody in my bed. But he'll understand if we explain, and wouldn't make a big deal about it. That's why I like him.
[ Minato's favorite people are those who are naturally accepting and easy to get along with, so Jamie is a blessing of a roommate and Minato wouldn't be able to think of anybody better to live with. ]
[ Ah... Minato's favorite, Jamie. A good person. Akira's quiet as Minato reassures him to sleep on his bed—naturally, he has some issues with it, but should he really fight this an nth time? ]
All right, thanks. [ Rubbing his neck nervously, his voice softens. ] Wake me up if I end up oversleeping.
[ With a small bow of his head, he picks himself up onto his feet and heads to Minato's room. Hopefully, it isn't that empty. ]
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It takes time to cook unless we’re going to live off of cup ramen and hot pockets.
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I do live here, you know. I can cook beforehand and have leftovers to heat up. Or we can go to your place and eat Elliot's leftovers.
[ He's keen on that second option tbh ]
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I didn't know you could cook.
[ !!! What kind of stuff can Minato make, anyway? But... It's nothing compared to Elliot's leftovers. Hmmm. He's sure that the two, whatever differences, can at least be civil around each other. ]
My place is available if you're fine with it. Sometimes it gets loud and people interrupt, though.
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Cooking is something you pick up when you live on your own. [ Or toddle around cooking-oriented family members for all your formative years. His cooking definitely doesn't compare to Elliot's; they're just what he remembers helping his grandmother prep for meals when he was growing up. ]
Are your roommates very rowdy?
[ He knows Elliot lives with him. Doesn't know about Yusuke, although Minato wouldn't think he's loud either. He definitely does not want to meet NPC Ryoji ever. ]
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Why don't you want to meet NPC Ryoji, Minato? He's great and makes great origami hats for their cats. Who wouldn't want to meet him?! Stroking his chin, he's not sure how to go about this. ]
Elliot and Yusuke are easy to handle, but I would say that Ryoji, Tuuri, and myself are the rowdy ones in comparison.
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That's easy. Just ask everybody to keep still and quiet if they want to watch. We'll keep the volume low and subtitles on.
[ Apparently, people can be surprisingly agreeable if you use your words. He learned this from Elliot. ]
Or we can watch it here. It's just Jamie, Kitty, and me, so that's less people to manage. Your choice.
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Can't we just raise the volume?
[ That seems easier. From what it sounds like Minato won't mind his housemates. ]
... I do like Elliot's snacks.
[ MMMMMMM. Decision made. ]
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[ It's not just for movies; it's how he interacts with people too, never really raising his voice in an argument so that the other person has to calm down to respond to whatever he's mumbling. Keeps everything at his pace. ]
If it's okay with the rest of your roommates. I'll be in your care for a weekend.
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[ Akira isn't one for raising his voice, either, but this is a different situation entirely. Take action and assert yourself or else you'll never have a chance. Humming thoughtfully, he's sure his roommates would be courteous enough. ]
I'm sure it'll be fine. [ NO PROBLEMS. ] I'll be in your care today, then.
[ After placing the mug on a surface, he plops onto the couch to lounge... If that means having to use Minato as a cushion, then so be it. ]
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TODAY, THOUGH..... weren't you going to pick up a jacket and then leave, Akira... But it's okay, he can lie on Minato's lap if he's brave enough. If that's the case, Minato's just going to rest his cup on Akira's forehead and have him be thankful it's juice and not hot coffee. ]
You're not busy today?
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I am. I have napping on Minato's couch etched into my schedule.
[ Stretching his arms over his head now. ]
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He leans over to tug a couch cushion out from under Akira's legs, pick his cup back up, and smother dear kohai's face with the cushion.
No. ]
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He doesn't budge. It's time to play dead. ]
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I've got homework... And this is my couch. If you want to sleep, my room's at the end of the hall, door to your right.
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Unfortunately, he stays where he is... Dead. ]
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A glance over at Akira's face to see if his eyes are still closed. Then Minato gets his phone out and taps out a text to send to Akira. Two messages. Three. bzzz. bzzzz. ]
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... It could be urgent, but he has a feeling it isn't. He opens his eyes to check the lock screen, anyway. Huh. Smart. ]
You could have rolled me off, you know?
[ That would have been easier? ]
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[ Text messages on the other hand, is something people check reflexively in this day and age, so that's what he banked on. What he sent isn't anything important, so he cuts in before Akira can check his phone. ]
Can you move?
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[ Damn technology and his attachment to it... In this day and age, who doesn't check their texts? His gaze lifts to lock onto Minato's eyes, as if searching into his soul like most cats do. ]
But you're warm. [ ... ] Is this for school?
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I have schoolwork. [ In general, all the time, it's never ending. Even if he didn't originally plan to do it this afternoon. ] Go to bed, generate your own body heat, and the blankets will trap it and keep you warm.
[ There are better things to sleep on than him. ]
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You sure? I don't want to impose more than I have.
[ Strange enough, he's police once in a while. ]
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I can't study in bed or I'll fall asleep. So I don't care if you take it.
[ Unless Akira manages to sleep through the night, then Minato might have to see about rolling him off. ]
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especially with how exhausted he feels. His usual naps are half an hour to an hour, so there's no need to kick him out by force, either. ]
Your roommate won't find that weird—you do have one, right? Jamie.
[ This “Jamie,” if they exist... THEY WONT FIND THIS WEIRD? ]
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Jamie? Yeah, he'll probably find it weird seeing somebody in my bed. But he'll understand if we explain, and wouldn't make a big deal about it. That's why I like him.
[ Minato's favorite people are those who are naturally accepting and easy to get along with, so Jamie is a blessing of a roommate and Minato wouldn't be able to think of anybody better to live with. ]
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All right, thanks. [ Rubbing his neck nervously, his voice softens. ] Wake me up if I end up oversleeping.
[ With a small bow of his head, he picks himself up onto his feet and heads to Minato's room. Hopefully, it isn't that empty. ]
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