[ Akira is just as quiet, sipping his coffee in utter bliss before he expects the storm. However, as time passes in this golden silence, it starts to become... How would he say it? A tad bit concerning. Lifting up his gaze from his cup, he steals a glance at Mako.
You're not looking so good, buddy. ]
Thanks for the drink. [ They can start off wit that— ] Are you all right?
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You're not looking so good, buddy. ]
Thanks for the drink. [ They can start off wit that— ] Are you all right?