[ Akira makes a beeline for the hot chocolate like it personally summoned him. It is his now. With a pile of minimallows on top. He looks about as contently happy with this while situation as you can, given the yelling, existential dread and angry Overseer.
Once his cocoa is about half drunk, he slides into the seat opposite Megumi and rests his chin on one hand, watching her tap away at her phone. It’s probably not at all creepy. ]
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Once his cocoa is about half drunk, he slides into the seat opposite Megumi and rests his chin on one hand, watching her tap away at her phone. It’s probably not at all creepy. ]