[Considering Ren is still watching the pot, Akechi pushes himself to his feet to get the door. It's the least he can do, considering he's not doing anything else to really help this get-together. A little belatedly, he's wondering if he should have? That's what friends do for something like this, isn't it? He could have gotten some food from wall market, or perhaps convinced the little paint-creatures to lend him some paint. He does still have those battered playing cards he found on the beach, but that doesn't seem to be enough. If only he'd found a chess board... wait, no, that's only two people. Fuck.
It's with those thoughts in mind that he opens the door for Yoshizawa, his lips curved into a dark frown as he's realizing that maybe it would have behooved him to put in one (1) effort. Especially when he sees that yes, she brought food. Fuck. Fuck. It's not his fault he doesn't know what teens do during a party!]
Ah, Yoshizawa-san. Come in.
[Don't... mind his sour expression. That's just his face, really.]
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It's with those thoughts in mind that he opens the door for Yoshizawa, his lips curved into a dark frown as he's realizing that maybe it would have behooved him to put in one (1) effort. Especially when he sees that yes, she brought food. Fuck. Fuck. It's not his fault he doesn't know what teens do during a party!]
Ah, Yoshizawa-san. Come in.
[Don't... mind his sour expression. That's just his face, really.]
Do we need anything else, Ren? I can go get it.