It's weird to see an Akechi behind the counter, talking quietly the way a barista does. The way Ren himself used to, before it stopped mattering whether he said anything or not. He props his chin in his palm, elbow on the counter, and watches. "Do you do this a lot? Here, I mean. Just wait behind the counter in case someone comes by?"
He doesn't sound critical. If anything, there's a bit of a wistful tone to his voice.
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It's weird to see an Akechi behind the counter, talking quietly the way a barista does. The way Ren himself used to, before it stopped mattering whether he said anything or not. He props his chin in his palm, elbow on the counter, and watches. "Do you do this a lot? Here, I mean. Just wait behind the counter in case someone comes by?"
He doesn't sound critical. If anything, there's a bit of a wistful tone to his voice.