[Akira shrugs off his own jacket, tossing it haphazardly aside. and then he immediate realizes that he is making a mess in Fox's room and goes pick it up so he can lay it NEATLY across the bed. good, don't be rude, Akira]
[his fingers glide across the buttons of his own shirt, nose wrinkled as he considers this. no easy access to coffee beans and grinders, huh. . .]
That's a shame. [the lack of supplies and the cheap coffee] I wanted to make us a cup of Leblanc's special blend. [taps his temple!] The recipe is all up here.
[and a bit of comfortable nostalgia always warms the heart]
no subject
[his fingers glide across the buttons of his own shirt, nose wrinkled as he considers this. no easy access to coffee beans and grinders, huh. . .]
That's a shame. [the lack of supplies and the cheap coffee] I wanted to make us a cup of Leblanc's special blend. [taps his temple!] The recipe is all up here.
[and a bit of comfortable nostalgia always warms the heart]