[Oh, goodness! Both Akechis chuckle, almost in unison. Isn't that funny?
The taller of the two is first to open the freezer, but...]
Ah, Akechi-san. Do you think you could fetch us some dishes? Perhaps some plastic wrap for our cones. It'd be a shame if we ate ours before Akira-kun was ready to finish his.
[Hmm... The younger Akechi scans the kitchen.]
Right, there should be some plastic dishes... here!
[He opens a drawer, getting a snaptop just the right size for Akira's ice cream sandwich.
His older self nods, then seeks out the plastic wrap and some bowls to rest their cones in.
His younger counterpart watches curiously.]
You seem to know your way around this kitchen...
Hahaha... Lucky guess, I suppose.
[He fetches the appropriate bowls, and the two store their ice cream in an efficient manner.]
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The taller of the two is first to open the freezer, but...]
Ah, Akechi-san. Do you think you could fetch us some dishes? Perhaps some plastic wrap for our cones. It'd be a shame if we ate ours before Akira-kun was ready to finish his.
[Hmm... The younger Akechi scans the kitchen.]
Right, there should be some plastic dishes... here!
[He opens a drawer, getting a snaptop just the right size for Akira's ice cream sandwich.
His older self nods, then seeks out the plastic wrap and some bowls to rest their cones in.
His younger counterpart watches curiously.]
You seem to know your way around this kitchen...
Hahaha... Lucky guess, I suppose.
[He fetches the appropriate bowls, and the two store their ice cream in an efficient manner.]