[ The truth doesn't surprise Akira at all. His perception of Kei doesn't change, but he keeps it in mind that he can go to him for surgical things if he ever needs it... He may be able to heal, but it doesn't fix broken bones.
He can't go back to peas now, so he scrambles to look for other plates. There's some chicken wigs—thrown. Pecan pie? Also thrown. These pretzels? Yes. They may not all land, but he's trying his best. His mind is still on the conversation at least, not sure how being used to anything is interesting per se. The food flinging stops as Akira peers over a table, staring at Kei from a safe distance. ]
... Will you be all right?
[ The shop seems like Kei's livelihood... So having it be abandoned is sad. Also, Akira likes it there sometimes. ]
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He can't go back to peas now, so he scrambles to look for other plates. There's some chicken wigs—thrown. Pecan pie? Also thrown. These pretzels? Yes. They may not all land, but he's trying his best. His mind is still on the conversation at least, not sure how being used to anything is interesting per se. The food flinging stops as Akira peers over a table, staring at Kei from a safe distance. ]
... Will you be all right?
[ The shop seems like Kei's livelihood... So having it be abandoned is sad. Also, Akira likes it there sometimes. ]