“Felt like I needed an excuse.” Coffee admitted, smiling just slightly. “And to be fair, I wasn’t sure you’d have taken it if I’d offered straight-up the first few times.” Then again, it was entirely possible for Takaya to say no this time, as well. Or any other time. There was no reason for him to eat food left at his door just because noone was around.
Frankly, he still wasn’t sure if Takaya had actually eaten any of the things he’d left or just poured them out somewhere to make him feel good. But then, why bother to make him feel good? Why not just leave the soup where it was and let it go cold, let him think Takaya had no interest in food-based charity?
“It’s mineral broth, this time.” Coffee said quietly as he entered, placing the soup on the mentioned table. “No solid pieces to agitate your stomach, high in magnesium to offset any potential headaches, and I added ginger to combat nausea.” Would this come off as weird? He hoped not. “I’ve been tweaking recipes to try and find something that doesn’t make you sick. I… hope that’s okay.“ Rambling, calming himself a bit before getting to the main topic. Okay, Coffee, come on.
He kicked your ass in the arena but you’re still a Phantom Thief.
“Anyway, the… question I wanted to ask.” Looking at Takaya now, moving away from the soup so he wasn’t hovering over it. “How do you keep so calm?” He couldn’t help but let a bit of frustration slip out. “I’m nowhere near Shido and I still want to-” wring his bastard neck like he deserved “-but you’re… You’re working with people you probably hate and not even batting an eye. How?”
✞ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ❝ … I probably wouldn’t have. ❞ He equally admits in a plain and honest tone. Yes, he remembers. He does still loathe to feel as though he’s being made to eat, that irritation has certainly not left him. However, their stubbornness has long since made him realize a different approach was necessary and, perhaps even moreso something else made him realize it was worth his time.
After all, they do put in such... effort to lend themselves to him. That, in itself, was not an unwanted trait, was it? He follows behind into the room, door shutting the two in, gilded eyes gliding along the dish as they pass it, listening as they describe. ❝ I... see. So that is why your food changed-- to match me physically... I’ve noticed the shift, and I admit I was curious... ❞ His eyes return to them. ❝ I stomach it fine. ❞ He admits in a not entirely unpleasant indifference, before the twinge of a certain exasperation in his tone. ❝ Though I still do not ask it of you... ❞
But, nevermind that. It was of little importance to Takaya now, with the weight of their question in the air, one he nearly sensed the subject of before it was uttered. He crosses his toned but slender arms with their painted scars against his bare chest and awaits their explanation. And there it is-- almost as predicted. And he answers swiftly, with calm confidence. ❝ Frustration is born from powerlessness, Coffee. I am not powerless... I am not fighting. I have decided completely that what I strive for is easiest required through the path of least resistance, and so I am calm in knowing all that I let happen, I let happen only willingly, and all that happens is just a means to an end. ❞ His arms uncross to rest more loosely in the nook of his exposed hip, approaching them closer to stand over the other with his unmatched height.
❝ I was angry, once, long ago, but I set forth for resolution... And yet... you aren’t the same, I fear. Your anger is telling you there is something wrong, something that needs solving... ❞ He speaks more softly between them. It becomes more evident this priest’s very presence is heavy, alone with him so close-- or perhaps he exerts that unnatural aura of his deliberately just right now.
❝ Yet you direct it nowhere but into... practice dummies and damage. You make no direction for it, you merely want it to fade from you-- but as we said before... it has a purpose. It shall not calm until you take action to resolve... ❞ A breath’s pause as the word lingers. ‘Resolve’. Such passive wording for such possibly... deniable implications. Though, his words grow harder to deny in meaning. ❝ ... If not Shido himself, then the wrong they represent in this world, surely..? Things done in anger do not have to be thoughtless... ❞ He quietly urges, ❝ Why... do you resist what your anger is asking of you? ❞
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