"Why not? Exactly!" Akuma exclaims enthusiastically. "Though, maybe not..."
Huh???

"It'll depend on the situation," Akuma explains with cheer, raising its hand as if raising a drink. "You know, this might turn out to be a nice building!"

"It'll have to prove itself," the demon muses with a thoughtful look on its face, not seeming to consider if Oblivion's frowning at it or frowning at the thought of the building being nice. Which it is. In fact, everything would've been nice if they hadn't come here, to be honest.

The demon takes a moment to try to remember if there's some gesture of agreement it could use before waving the matter aside and taking its stride next to Oblivion.
The restaurant is empty, though maybe Oblivion might find it kind of annoying that there's noise outside, I guess.
In any case, this meal won't be one easily attained. Guess it's their faults for making such a ruckus in the first place. If they had just waited for the firefighters to come in and they had just been normal customers, then they would've gotten a meal much sooner. 
Speaking of the firefighters...hmm, aren't they outside?

Yep. And the narrator's pretty much gone out of their way to try to annoy Oblivion and stop the duo from getting "a steak or something". Haha.
"Awww, I was gonna pull out a chair for ya," Akuma slightly whines with a pout, but you wouldn't think they care from how they just immediately sit down opposite of the god as well. 
Akuma, that's kinda a dangerous position if you anger him. 
Maybe it doesn't care.
Bruh, did they even bring in the cook?????

Well, if they did, the narrator failed to narrate that. If they didn't, that'd be really funny.
Oh, speak of the...the person????, the demon drags her into the door telekinetically. 
"Cook," it commands. 
Inside the restaurant, it really does smell like smoke. A lot of it. She tries to retort, in fact, but coughs instead from the smoke. Weirdly enough, the windows are open--some of them--but none of the smoke is budging.
Is this really a safe work environment, to be honest? Probably not. Maybe Akuma and Oblivon should go open some more windows or something.

(Yeah, but do you?)

(Lol and I respond to every thread once per month; it's fine XD)

Akuma smirks and then just shatters a window. 
Well that's real considerate.
The cook scowls. Well, that'd be the start of whatever expression she was mustering, but she just ends up coughing again, since the smoke isn't dispersing. 

"Which kind?" Akuma asks semi-rationally with a (stupid) grin on his face.
That's not working.

"Uh huh." It places his hands onto the table as if in some deep philosophical discussion.

The cook's gonna pass out from smoke intoxication by the time the conversation's done--or that is, if there had been a good conversation. But Akuma just shrugs like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . "Oblivionnnnn, I don't studyyy."

"Well, yeah," it admits, "but I still don't studyyyyy."

"Nooo," it protests, seemingly used to the accusatory nature of Oblivion's sentence. "I just know there are different types."

"Why?" That question's innocent enough, but the cook's actually gonna faint from smoke intoxication soon. 

"Oh? So the hourglass thing in your eye doesn't enhance your vision?"