Akira hums, turning to his work. "I'm sure I could simplify things...put things back where they were -- or closer to where they were at least..." with a furrowed brow, he starts taking the carefully-stacked plates out of the once-snack-cabinet and onto the countertop.

"Oh. Thanks." As an afterthought, he takes the piece of mochi with a sideways bow and pops the piece of mochi into his mouth, and heads right back into reorganizing. "I just wanted to show you my appreciation for comforting me last night. Even though I know you're not the same as my dad."