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[and that night after Rion catches Akira practicing with his Personas in the fighting ring. . .]

Meet me in the kitchen.

[ He'll get a short little star emoji of acknowledgment--

And sure enough, Rion will pop into the kitchen soon enough, dressed in an oversized sweater, leggings, and with her hair down. She didn't have much to work with, but hey. She tried. ]

[she tried, and it really works for her, judging by the smile Akira's wearing when he lifts his head to greet her. the kitchen smells like curry! he said he'd cook for their next date, and he's totally keeping that promise]

Rion-- [. . . actually, come to think of it--]

You never wear your hair down.

It gets in my face too much if I do.

[ But for situations like this... well, she can do something different every so often. ]

I did say I wanted to surprise you, though.

[arches a brow, then gestures for her to approach. come here come here!]

[ Well. Okay, then, she's heading on over. ]

[and as soon as she's close enough, he reaches out to push her bangs from her eyes, fingertips brushing against her forehead in gentle affection]

It looks nice like this. You look. . . nice.

... Thanks.

[ Honestly. It's not effusive praise or anything like that, but Rion's glad for simplistic in this moment. ]

Don't get too used to it, though, it'll be back to ponytails tomorrow.

Then I'll have to make sure I take full advantage of it.

[cups her cheeky gently with his hand and flashes her a grin, before he pulls away]

Hungry?

For your curry? Always.

[ She's a fan. ]

[good!! that's what he had hoped for!!]

Then you'll be happy to know that dinner is already prepared. There are no wait times; one heck of a restaurant, isn't it?