[Stir fry scooped up with his chopsticks and-

His eyes catch the glint of a pot. A kettle. Directly in front of him.

The food is aggressively shoved into his mouth - his eyes tear away from the suddenly offensive, innocuous kitchen items to Maruki when he sits down next to him. Normal. Questioning. Food in hand.

Is he fucking kidding?

Akechi can still see it - the corner of his eye feels like his pupil in that moment. Maruki's outside of his sight. The pot is directly in it.]

Retaining information is a specialty of mine.

[He does not give a shit about this.

Feigning nonchalance and ease, another helping of food is brought to lips, but before he chows down-

Casual. Calm. Offhand.]

Did you forget to put those up? You probably should before you start your meal. It would be a shame if food got on them and they had to be rewashed.