Akutagawa stood leaning against the counter, staring down at it. His expression was as usual - a blank glare. He tapped his fingernails against the counter, practically ignoring the glass of wine sitting in front of him he'd poured maybe an hour ago - he'd always been a slow drinker.

His thoughts are interrupted as you step into the kitchen, flipping the light on and staring at him. He looks up at you through his lashes, slightly bent over.

".. Yes?"