[ He responds with a squeak—they are friends, even if he's a mouse. Mouse friend? Semantics.
While I hated that joke and had a visceral reaction, Akira loved it to bits, reminding him why he would ride or die for Ryuji and the rest of his friends (just for tolerating his bad humor), and applauds. Perfection. It may not be a sounding clap from human hands, it's some tapping noise from mouse paws. He appreciates it in his time of cheese famine.
Beady eyes scan the area, peering down the stalls like he's a hawk rather than a rodent. He hasn't seen any meat or fish around, but he thinks there's... Dairy? Maybe. Does vegan cheese taste the same? What he sees is cabbage this, cabbage that. His ears twitch and strain as he eavesdrop on nearby conversations, hoping to find someone talking about cheese. Does he hear something about aging cheese in storage somewhere? He switches shoulders with a short scurry, then points towards the direction. ]
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While I hated that joke and had a visceral reaction, Akira loved it to bits, reminding him why he would ride or die for Ryuji and the rest of his friends (just for tolerating his bad humor), and applauds. Perfection. It may not be a sounding clap from human hands, it's some tapping noise from mouse paws. He appreciates it in his time of cheese famine.
Beady eyes scan the area, peering down the stalls like he's a hawk rather than a rodent. He hasn't seen any meat or fish around, but he thinks there's... Dairy? Maybe. Does vegan cheese taste the same? What he sees is cabbage this, cabbage that. His ears twitch and strain as he eavesdrop on nearby conversations, hoping to find someone talking about cheese. Does he hear something about aging cheese in storage somewhere? He switches shoulders with a short scurry, then points towards the direction. ]