( catch-all )

[tzaraisen]

Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others
What: April catch-all, including aftermath things
When: April
Where: Places
Warning(s): will warn appropriately

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Akira

[tzaraisen]

[ It isn't more than a few days after his return to El Nysa, but Percival finds himself enjoying the idea of staying home alone less and less. It's not that he's afraid; he'd been with others when the incidents occurred, after all, but being alone with his thoughts wasn't a pleasant experience lately.

Instead, he embraces distractions more readily than he might have in the past, and that includes paying others a visit. He has spent the better part of the afternoon watching Yusuke paint in his room, or rather, halfheartedly watching him paint while he reads a part of his novel. Eventually, he wanders into the kitchen area, intent on grabbing a cup of water, and finds the young man they'd infiltrated the Guard house with earlier. ]

Ah, it's you again. You are one of Yusuke's close friends, are you not? It occurs to me that we've never been properly introduced.

[larsenist]

[ He had heard Percival enter through the front door earlier, though he hadn't managed a glimpse of the redhead before he'd vanished to see Yusuke. It feels somewhat forced to interrupt the visit empty-handed, so Akira takes to the kitchen instead, strategically preparing a cup of coffee to bring to their guest. (He might do the same for his housemate but the beverage would most likely go cold, if not evaporate before their resident painter even noticed it...)

...It's Percival that finds him first. The boy glances to him with a fleeting smile before returning his attention to his work—pour over ritual apparently not to be interrupted even for the resurrected. (He's aware by now, of his passing and return...)

He nods once, then shrugs, before sliding a freshly-filled mug toward him. ]

On the house.

[ He returns to his brewing equipment, as if intent on ignoring the earlier prompting, before suddenly and quietly adding, ]

...It's Akira.

[tzaraisen]

[ Percival seems uncharacteristically patient while he waits for Akira to finish his task. It isn't only that he doesn't have a great deal of energy to be as demanding as he usually is, but he has enough manners to not interrupt someone clearly invested in something.

And Akira seems to know a lot about this. He moves with the practiced ease of someone who deals in coffee for a living, which, given his limited knowledge about the boy, isn't really something he'd associate with him. He treats it like a craft, and so, Percival is satisfied enough to watch curiously and wait.

He takes the offered mug. ]

I wasn't aware you were going through the trouble for me. Thank you, Akira. You're a man of many talents, it seems.

[ He's alluding to the master thievery skills, of course. ]

[larsenist]

[ It's equal parts concentration and stalling. He isn't sure what to say to Percival just yet—they were never terribly close; just a few months ago he would've been convinced the lordling was out for his blood. (At least it's nice to know he isn't anymore.)

He might not ever garner Percival's full approval, but whatever his current opinion is, Akira doesn't mind. He's glad to see him well and in one piece. ]

Least I can do.

[ (It's also just basic manners to offer small amenities to visitors...) —Ah, speaking of, ]

Milk or sugar?

[ He lets that last comment slide, though it's obvious he heard it judging from the shift in his smile. ]

omo im so sorry...

[tzaraisen]

Neither. If your brew is as good as your technique suggests, it wouldn't do to mute the natural flavor of the coffee.

[ Besides, just look at him, he's definitely a black coffee kinda guy. ]

How do you know Yusuke?

Same...

[larsenist]

[ idk man he has a fluffy Pomeranian doggo, never judge a book by its cover...?!?!?! ]

I'll let you decide that.

[ ...The coffee, not his friendships. ]

From home. How do you know him?

[ How... ever did Yusuke become his vassal... ]