[that. . . actually gives Akira pause, because even if Akechi had complimented his coffee in the past, Akira prooooobably didn't take it at face value. he levels an even gaze on Akechi, blinking a few times behind his glasses, before he lets out a small huff]
It was the blend, not the barista.
[always humble when it comes to Sojiro's famous coffee. Akira flags down the forest spirit bartender, putting in a quick order for two cups-- his taken black, and Akechi's taken however he drank it back at Leblanc]
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It was the blend, not the barista.
[always humble when it comes to Sojiro's famous coffee. Akira flags down the forest spirit bartender, putting in a quick order for two cups-- his taken black, and Akechi's taken however he drank it back at Leblanc]