[ That does, at least, make Aki pause, and he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He's left it down for now, not wanting to be in the mode of the man who gives parts of his body to Devils in order to survive: he wants to try and relax. It's long enough that it brushes against his shoulders, and he shakes his head a little as he follows Yuwon in. ]
No. It's not.
[ Is he going to apologise? No. That's not who he is, sadly.
Sitting down across from the other man, he leans back. He's been here once, with Denji, but he doesn't remember enjoying anything in particular; he was too focussed on the sheer amount of grief his friend was feeling. All he wants right now is a beer anyway, so surely anything will be fine? He shakes his head. ]
I don't know, but order whatever you like. It's on me.
[ He's already reaching out to the little electronic machines for ordering and punching in the biggest glass of beer he can get his hands on. ]
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No. It's not.
[ Is he going to apologise? No. That's not who he is, sadly.
Sitting down across from the other man, he leans back. He's been here once, with Denji, but he doesn't remember enjoying anything in particular; he was too focussed on the sheer amount of grief his friend was feeling. All he wants right now is a beer anyway, so surely anything will be fine? He shakes his head. ]
I don't know, but order whatever you like. It's on me.
[ He's already reaching out to the little electronic machines for ordering and punching in the biggest glass of beer he can get his hands on. ]