[Akechi stays still, not watching Akira but listening to his footfalls until he gets to the bathroom. He knows the layout of his condo, knows the sounds each door makes and where they are spatially within the dwelling. Akira isn't as covert as he would like to be in the way he puts his back to the door-- it creaks, just barely, in its frame.]
[When he comes back out, Akechi has packed two neat portions of rice onto two plates and turns slightly in his direction.] ...come help me with this, I don't know how much you want.
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[When he comes back out, Akechi has packed two neat portions of rice onto two plates and turns slightly in his direction.] ...come help me with this, I don't know how much you want.