"Right? Maybe I would finally understand what my Morgana kept meowing about when shoving my face into my pillow. Swear I thought he was trying to kill me at some point," his expression droops with a mock bitterness- like he was recounting one of the more traumatic memories in his life.

As soon as she's off, Akira follows quickly- glancing at the counter. This was still one of the more rundown cafes, thankfully which meant that there was still plenty of space to weave around one of the cognition-being?? baristas?? and brew a few cups to steadfast their day forward. Should they find an open booth, Akira's lips would quirk up, commenting- "Also do you know you can just shoo off any of the cognitions here to get the seat that you want? Maybe shooing is a bit harsh, they just part like the Red Sea honestly."