[Two thoughts come to mind - ignoring him being the first and most tempting. The second is to comment about how they aren't playing house and ignore any additional commentary by blocking him for his foreseeable shopping experience. He tried to make peace by giving him a choice.
He settles on a third after a few minutes of staring at the illuminated watch on his arm.]
You're sorely mistaken if you think I'm about to list off every item in this store. I don't need you to cook for me. I'm fine with what I'm purchasing.
[A photo of a store aisle comes through - an assortment of weird items on either side, mostly canned soup and tv dinners. Other random items are littered in between.]
[God damn it, Akira doesn't type, because that's neither helpful nor productive.]
I don't need you to list every item, just something that isn't processed. It's important to keep up your strength when we don't know what to expect here.
[Akira's sentimental nature is rubbing off on him in a disturbing way - that's the only reason he doesn't turn off the watch and do what he wants. His thin thread of patience, bolstered only by that memory of resolve on February 2, is the only reason he takes a single side step to the next aisle.
Another photo sent. It's only canned soup. ]
My strength is fine. You may have forgotten, but I've done well for myself over the years.
Should I attribute any of your future failures in battle to what you had for breakfast that morning?
[What did you eat on the morning of the engine room, is typed out and hastily deleted, because that's. It's sardonic enough for Akira but it's too painful to even read. Still too soon, even if something arguably worse came later.]
You've made it in spite of it, not because of it. You're hitting the age where you start feeling the effects of what you eat anyway.
[Part his own knowledge, part picked up from Takemi. It's interesting, though, that Akechi said this instead of simply saying "no". That doesn't seem unsignificant.]
And yes, they do say that breakfast is the most important day of the meal for a reason. Please feel free to blame that for any of my future blunders.
I don't think my age will be a concern for much longer.
[Bitter. Quick. To the point.
Akira loses his chance with the metallic rows of canned soup and Akechi, in his infinite mercy, moves to the final aisle of this small store unprompted.
Predictably, a new photo comes - it's full of processed meals, a stray vegetable of unknown origin, and an assortment of candy. There's some sauces in there and-
Soup. Rows of it.]
Dully noted though. I'm assuming you didn't have a good one today, judging by your inability to follow simple instructions.
[At first, Akira doesn't even pay attention to the picture. There's something a lot more important to address here, because it's panging through his chest in jagged waves.]
It's my concern. Are you planning on giving up on our deal that easily, Akechi?
[The temptation to say yes - if only to make Akira give up on waiting for a corpse is present, persistent and intrusive. He settles on that answer, deep in the aisle of a futuristic grocery store. It's fitting. Type it, end it and Akira's shitty sentimental attitude towards him will die with it.
The issue comes with the words that blur together. The bitter sting of losing to Akira in anything enough to override logic and-]
[There's a long pause before Akira responds, and that's because every second of it is devoted to pinching between his eyebrows to ward off either a tension headache or the rare impulse to yell at Akechi. Maybe it's actually both.]
Did the local say they had miso paste at the Soup Store?
[Wearily, Akira glances outside. It's not especially safe at night in this District, but maybe if he leaves now he can make it to pick some up on his own before the sun sets.
He makes the executive decision to not acknowledge most of that with a response, especially since it seems he'll be using alternative means to get ahold of their dinner.]
That depends. Is there anything in there that isn't soup?
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Oh, white would be fine, too.
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Your list is irrelevant now.
We're eating instant noodles. There are only two flavors. Pick one.
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What else is there? You don't have to get miso paste, I'll make something simpler.
[Not that miso isn't simple, but. Akira knows a dead-end in a conversation when he sees one.]
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He settles on a third after a few minutes of staring at the illuminated watch on his arm.]
You're sorely mistaken if you think I'm about to list off every item in this store. I don't need you to cook for me. I'm fine with what I'm purchasing.
[A photo of a store aisle comes through - an assortment of weird items on either side, mostly canned soup and tv dinners. Other random items are littered in between.]
These are your choices.
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I don't need you to list every item, just something that isn't processed. It's important to keep up your strength when we don't know what to expect here.
Can you go to a different aisle?
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Another photo sent. It's only canned soup. ]
My strength is fine. You may have forgotten, but I've done well for myself over the years.
Should I attribute any of your future failures in battle to what you had for breakfast that morning?
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You've made it in spite of it, not because of it. You're hitting the age where you start feeling the effects of what you eat anyway.
[Part his own knowledge, part picked up from Takemi. It's interesting, though, that Akechi said this instead of simply saying "no". That doesn't seem unsignificant.]
And yes, they do say that breakfast is the most important day of the meal for a reason. Please feel free to blame that for any of my future blunders.
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[Bitter. Quick. To the point.
Akira loses his chance with the metallic rows of canned soup and Akechi, in his infinite mercy, moves to the final aisle of this small store unprompted.
Predictably, a new photo comes - it's full of processed meals, a stray vegetable of unknown origin, and an assortment of candy. There's some sauces in there and-
Soup. Rows of it.]
Dully noted though. I'm assuming you didn't have a good one today, judging by your inability to follow simple instructions.
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It's my concern. Are you planning on giving up on our deal that easily, Akechi?
2/2 okay yeah i'm done
Wait, where the hell are you? What store are you in?
1/2
The issue comes with the words that blur together. The bitter sting of losing to Akira in anything enough to override logic and-]
No, never.
2/2
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Did the local say they had miso paste at the Soup Store?
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Yes. [Lie.] Perhaps they mistook what it was.
Regardless, you're being picky. Tell me what you want from what they have or I'm going to purchase what I deem appropriate.
[Aren't you tempted by lone potato on a shelf, Akira??]
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I'm not being picky, I haven't seen a single thing in there that isn't bad for both of us.
Beside, "paste" and "soup" are hard to mix up. If someone told you that, there must be some sort of miso somewhere in the store.
SCREAMS
You are being exceptionally difficult today and you've lost the privilege of making a decision. We'll eat what I bring home tonight.
Is there anything else you need that isn't food related?
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He makes the executive decision to not acknowledge most of that with a response, especially since it seems he'll be using alternative means to get ahold of their dinner.]
That depends. Is there anything in there that isn't soup?