ohh? so then he’s lying to cover himself … ~ ♪ very interesting. in that case, it isn’t entirely unfair that i don’t keep his little secret, right?
I’m sure he had his reasons for doing that. If he told you something in confidence, then perhaps it would be better if you didn’t break it so easily, Orihara-san – /again/, that is.
As the breeze tousles his hair, he surveys the crowd at his feet. From the rooftops, everyone is much easier to survey; so much more could be seen. Maybe it’s the clouds blotching out the sun, or maybe it’s the slow trickle of the foot traffic; maybe it’s something else entirely — something about today is so melancholy that even this doesn’t bring him the usual enthusiasm.
With a heavy sigh parting his lips, he turns on his heels, letting them hover over the edge of the roof as he fishes out his phone. Hopping back onto the roof from the ledge, he pulls up his contact list, debating who it is he feels like texting right now. His thumb hovers between Masa - Chan and Mitan, but in the end, he figures Mikado is the one who would be more accepting of his presence, in the end.
Sighing to himself, he rounds to the other side of the roof, opening Mikado’s window, and quickly taps out a quick ’ i'm coming over, ’ then drops the plastic purple flip phone over the edge. Naturally, it doesn’t survive the drop. Didn’t matter, he had plenty more waiting for him at home.
He hops down after it, making a more graceful descent and hitting the dumpster’s lid rather than the asphalt. The wheels give briefly, but it doesn’t roll far before it catches and stops. A quiet hum in the back of his throat is the only noise he makes as he steps off and slips fluidly through the dank alleyway, holding his breath. A dead animal that he doesn’t care to identify is making an obnoxious smell back here.
After rounding the building, it’s only two blocks down to Mikado’s apartment. He finds himself briefly amused by the fact, as it was entirely unintentional, but when a woman passes by giggling with a group of friends crowding her, he feels the overwhelming feeling of being alone again, and closes his eyes with another exhalation through his nostrils.
By the time he steps up onto Mikado’s porch, he doesn’t really know if he wants to bother anymore. But his hand raises despite his thoughts, and he lightly raps his knuckles against the door, almost hoping that if he’s quiet enough, the boy won’t hear it. He does. He throws on the usual smile, and raises a hand to wave when he’s greeted.
” Ahh, don’t worry about it, unless you’re making some already, ne? ” He slips his shoes off, and enters the house with a bow of his head, then peeks around. ” … So, what have you been up to today? Studying? “
The door closes after him and Mikado stays where he’s standing, unsure of what to do with Izaya in his home. It’s not like the place is big and he doesn’t actually have any chairs to offer him, since it has the minimal amount of furniture. Instead of worrying about it, he decides to let the man do as he likes and moves to actually make the proffered tea, perhaps because he would feel better with something in his hands.
Tea wouldn’t actually do anything to help, but it would keep him occupied rather than worrying over anything else.
“I was just on the computer,” he says, gesturing vaguely in the direction it sits as he shuffles around the place. “Though I probably should be studying…”It’s easy to get distracted. He’s known that for a long time now, and thinks that perhaps he should use his time more wisely.
It doesn’t take long for the tea to be made and it’s probably slightly cold from the lack of heating, but he holds it out for the informant anyway. His own is already in his hands, and he takes a sip from it as soon as the other is handed off.
For a second he just hovers; doesn’t know what to say. Eventually he sighs and stares down at his cup, though takes the occasional peek Izaya. “Orihara-san, is there a reason for your visit–?” He asks, curious and slightly worried about the answer at the same time. The last time had been with him and Celty-san, and that day hadn’t turned out for the best. “Has something happened..?”
Just thinking about last time and now this time, the unexpectedness of the visit, is enough to make him worry about all sorts of things. His friends, the gangs, the people he has come to know—unnecessary worry of course, since they can all mostly take care of themselves, but he can’t exactly help it.
The screen of the phone faded to black and Mikado stared at it.
That was curious, if nothing else. Though it hadn’t been anything life changing or information that could help him along in life, the fact that it was so abrupt and apparently without cause was enough to confuse the boy.
i'm coming over.
That was all the message had said, and even after he had replied with an affirmative, he was still left confused.
After all, Izaya had no real reason to visit him at his home - or warn him about it, at that. Eventually he dropped the phone on his desk and sighed, moving to switch off his computer and making sure that nothing the informant would have an interest in could be seen. There was no real need to clean up the place, since it was small and good enough anyway, but–
He was still confused.
There was no reason to think on it so much, but the fact that the visit could be for any number of reasons - ones he didn’t know about - annoyed him. Though he didn’t necessarily need to be as in-the-know as others, knowing the reason behind something such as this was preferable. Even if there was no use thinking on it, since he was soon know, he couldn’t exactly help it.
For a while, he sat there and thought over the text, thinking far too deeply into things and just causing himself even more alarm. It took a while to settle himself down on the idea that he would just have to wait and see, which would come sooner rather than later as a sudden noise bumped him out of his reverie.
There was a jaunty knock on the door, quieter and shorter than anything else he’d heard from the man, and he figured more time must have passed than he had thought - that, or Izaya had already been in the area - for him to have arrived so quickly. Either way, he pushed himself up from where he had been sitting on the floor and made to open the door.
“Orihara-san,” he greeted, hesitating for only a moment before pulling the door open and nodding the man in. The teen deliberated over his words for a moment, wondering if he should outright ask or leave it for now. He finally settled on saying, “… would you like some tea?" He was, after all, nothing if not polite.
[ text: ] It's 3 in the morning, Orihara-san. Go back to sleep. I don't have enough will to care about whatever it is you want.
Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent
[ text: ] Everything's spiralling out of my control and I don't know what to do I need your help please help me.
Send ☎ for a rushed text
[ text: ] My teacher's getting suspicious shut up
☏ for a loving text
[ text: ] I appreciate the fact that you've been keeping Kida-kun occupied and.. well, content lately. Apparently he likes your cat. [ text: ] Thank you.
Send ⁇ for a drunk text
[ text: ] i'm mikado ryugamine and i do not get drunk wtf are you talking about
Send ø for a late night text
[ text: ] I can't sleep. I don't suppose you have anything that could help with that?
Send ✘ for a hateful text
[ text: ] You know, Orihara-san, you're proving to be much more trouble than you're worth. Please stop hanging around like a lost puppy - it has already passed being just 'annoying'.
i’m glad that we’ve reached this understanding, mikado - kun ~ ! it makes life so much more smooth, don’t you agree?
i guess that would depend on who it is, and what it is they’re doing, right? i wonder — would you say i’m a major or a minor problem for you, knowing that i’m purposely out to be annoying to you? or would you find it fun? since you have such a strange taste for things like that.
I guess so. Though I don’t know if life can be all that smooth when you live in a place like Ikebukuro. I wonder who we should blame for that..?
That depends entirely on what you’re doing to be annoying. If you were just doing something like chucking paper balls at me, for example, then that would be easy to get over eventually. But if you were doing something worse, then it would be a major problem and a lot less fun – probably.
