Kira met Kou’s unimpressed stare with an all-too-innocent one of his own, lashes curled just slightly as he grinned back like he wasn’t up to anything at all.
At both their requests, he finally chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay, guys, I am not actually putting spices in your coffee—Sojiro would jump dimensions just to murder me if I served a butchered cup,” he snorted. Then, with a slight pause, he added, “Though, I have tried it in one of the timeline—er, I mean—one of the times.”
He stopped himself, lips pressing together. Nope. Time travel was only casual conversation with his Goro Akechi. Dang. He pivoted quickly, flashing Hamuko a wink. “But you know, Hamuko, I’ll take you up on that spice idea one of these days.”
And with that, he got to work.
A few minutes after and purposeful strokes now drawn across the canvas of his carefully crafted coffee- he sets the two cups before their respective drinkers.
He poured her coffee with an experimental touch—pulling the shot a few seconds longer to bring out a deeper caramelized note, just enough to balance out the delicate floral sweetness he folded in. A hint of vanilla and a whisper of cinnamon, subtle but noticeable. Not enough to overpower—just enough to intrigue.
The rose he crafted into the foam was delicate, the petals curling just so, a bit of artistry in every stroke. When he set it before her, he grinned, feigning a dramatic sigh.
“Didn’t have a rose on me for this date, sooo—hope this suffices,” he said, voice light with teasing.
For Corvus, he went with something classic, the kind of coffee that didn’t need anything fancy—full-bodied, just the right balance of bitterness and depth, smoothed out with the perfect amount of cream. The sweetness wasn’t cloying, just a touch of well-tempered sugar to round out the edges.
And in the foam?
Something truly masterful.
A penis.
Kira slid the cup across the table with the practiced ease of a man serving a fine-crafted drink, the picture absolutely ruining the air of sophistication he was trying to keep.
"Oops," he said with no actual remorse, "looks like the heart got botched—sorry."
literally mention of the peepee
At both their requests, he finally chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay, guys, I am not actually putting spices in your coffee—Sojiro would jump dimensions just to murder me if I served a butchered cup,” he snorted. Then, with a slight pause, he added, “Though, I have tried it in one of the timeline—er, I mean—one of the times.”
He stopped himself, lips pressing together. Nope. Time travel was only casual conversation with his Goro Akechi. Dang. He pivoted quickly, flashing Hamuko a wink. “But you know, Hamuko, I’ll take you up on that spice idea one of these days.”
And with that, he got to work.
A few minutes after and purposeful strokes now drawn across the canvas of his carefully crafted coffee- he sets the two cups before their respective drinkers.
He poured her coffee with an experimental touch—pulling the shot a few seconds longer to bring out a deeper caramelized note, just enough to balance out the delicate floral sweetness he folded in. A hint of vanilla and a whisper of cinnamon, subtle but noticeable. Not enough to overpower—just enough to intrigue.
The rose he crafted into the foam was delicate, the petals curling just so, a bit of artistry in every stroke. When he set it before her, he grinned, feigning a dramatic sigh.
“Didn’t have a rose on me for this date, sooo—hope this suffices,” he said, voice light with teasing.
For Corvus, he went with something classic, the kind of coffee that didn’t need anything fancy—full-bodied, just the right balance of bitterness and depth, smoothed out with the perfect amount of cream. The sweetness wasn’t cloying, just a touch of well-tempered sugar to round out the edges.
And in the foam?
Something truly masterful.
A penis.
Kira slid the cup across the table with the practiced ease of a man serving a fine-crafted drink, the picture absolutely ruining the air of sophistication he was trying to keep.
"Oops," he said with no actual remorse, "looks like the heart got botched—sorry."