[The Farmhouse had a much larger kitchen than was regularly at his disposal. Naturally, he took advantage of it, coordinating with Shinjiro so as not to step on his toes and double a dish, sticking to his strong suits. He made two batches of curry early in the day, letting them simmer while everything else was underfoot-- one was spicy, one was mild. There's otherwise a few colorful trays of veggies for snacking-- gotta stay healthy!! --and some cute fruit arrangements, as well as, of course, an enormous pot of rice for the curry. There's a little sign made of sticky notes and toothpicks that says "help yourself!" in his messy handwriting, as well as one by the spicy curry with a crude drawing of a chili pepper and "not akechi approved".]
⛺ country is as country does;
[Okay so maybe knowing how to pitch a tent that isn't one of those fancy pre-wired pop-up ones isn't strictly a country boy aesthetic, but Akira is Excited. The moment Kotone suggests a sleepover, he loses every possible brain cell he's ever had and excitedly asks if they can camp in the back yard of the farmhouse. He'll handle all the camping stuff!!! So he gets supplies, pitches a tent more than big enough for the group, and makes little fire pits and everything. He's bustling around with marshmallows at some point, with the intent of roasting them after dark.]
[Need something? Let him know, or feel free to assume he's brought it to you like an insane person without asking.]
💅 girl's night?;
[He has never had the patience for painting his nails. Ann got him to do a modeling session with her once, specifically advertising a jewelry brand, and the lead had been absolutely ecstatic that he'd been open to having his nails done for the photos-- Ann had subsequently insisted they have girl's nights where they all painted each other's nails. She'd even gotten pet-safe polish to decorate Morgana's claws, but..., Akira had forgotten the lengthy dry time on enamel and gone to fiddle with something, destroying the hard work.]
[So suffice to say, he's staring down the little cubby space of nail polishes with absolute trepidation, looking like he's about to face down his mortal enemy.] Okay so where's the Quick Dry stuff.
💤 sleep is for-- the protags, actually.;
[He was obsessive about making sure everyone was having a good time, situated, fed. Sleeping bags were laid out, he's sure at least one person was complaining (it was probably Akechi), but he's too busy laying on top of his own sleeping bag watching everyone to care.]
[Or he was, until the evening caught up with him and his head dropped onto his arms and he zonked the fuck out, still in his day clothes.]
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[The Farmhouse had a much larger kitchen than was regularly at his disposal. Naturally, he took advantage of it, coordinating with Shinjiro so as not to step on his toes and double a dish, sticking to his strong suits. He made two batches of curry early in the day, letting them simmer while everything else was underfoot-- one was spicy, one was mild. There's otherwise a few colorful trays of veggies for snacking-- gotta stay healthy!! --and some cute fruit arrangements, as well as, of course, an enormous pot of rice for the curry. There's a little sign made of sticky notes and toothpicks that says "help yourself!" in his messy handwriting, as well as one by the spicy curry with a crude drawing of a chili pepper and "not akechi approved".]
⛺ country is as country does;
[Okay so maybe knowing how to pitch a tent that isn't one of those fancy pre-wired pop-up ones isn't strictly a country boy aesthetic, but Akira is Excited. The moment Kotone suggests a sleepover, he loses every possible brain cell he's ever had and excitedly asks if they can camp in the back yard of the farmhouse. He'll handle all the camping stuff!!! So he gets supplies, pitches a tent more than big enough for the group, and makes little fire pits and everything. He's bustling around with marshmallows at some point, with the intent of roasting them after dark.]
[Need something? Let him know, or feel free to assume he's brought it to you like an insane person without asking.]
💅 girl's night?;
[He has never had the patience for painting his nails. Ann got him to do a modeling session with her once, specifically advertising a jewelry brand, and the lead had been absolutely ecstatic that he'd been open to having his nails done for the photos-- Ann had subsequently insisted they have girl's nights where they all painted each other's nails. She'd even gotten pet-safe polish to decorate Morgana's claws, but..., Akira had forgotten the lengthy dry time on enamel and gone to fiddle with something, destroying the hard work.]
[So suffice to say, he's staring down the little cubby space of nail polishes with absolute trepidation, looking like he's about to face down his mortal enemy.] Okay so where's the Quick Dry stuff.
💤 sleep is for-- the protags, actually.;
[He was obsessive about making sure everyone was having a good time, situated, fed. Sleeping bags were laid out, he's sure at least one person was complaining (it was probably Akechi), but he's too busy laying on top of his own sleeping bag watching everyone to care.]
[Or he was, until the evening caught up with him and his head dropped onto his arms and he zonked the fuck out, still in his day clothes.]