[CLOSED] Sight for the Sore Eyes

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Who: Roxas and Izaya
What: Roxas wants answers and revenge.
Where: Izaya's room! (Dun dun duuun~)
When: Late night, early morning after this.
Warning: Fluff. And Izaya being Izaya.
Status: Complete

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Izaya doesn't startle, not in any conventional way. An upward glance and a slight, shadowy movement across his lips are the only true hint that he's surprised, while the rest of him is lost as always to that functioning aloofness that contrasts so well with his disarming air of awareness.

It's apparently Arts and Crafts night at the Orihara residence. There's a folded piece of paper with lines meticulously drawn across it, scrawling, rambling lines that have no discernible meaning. Inside of them are -- macaroni pieces, oddly enough, and Izaya is laboring over their arrangement, most likely to benefit some great design that no one in the world could possibly comprehend.

"It's a little late," he sighs, though he knows that he and Roxas both don't get much shut-eye. "What do you want?"

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Roxas remains silent as he studies Izaya's work before moving in closer to sit beside him. And he remains silent too, looking tired, distant, absent...

"'New Years'...What's that?" he asks quietly while looking at the floor. His shoes were actually quite interesting right now...Or not- he finally turns his head to look at Izaya.

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Clack!

Now that Izaya's eyes are back on his project, it's proving impossible to get his attention again. He responds, but only barely, and sounds devastatingly distracted.

"Let me ask you something first, Roxas." Clk-clk! and no, that isn't right either. Izaya frowns at his move and nudges one of the pieces higher, sighing.

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"...Hmmm..." He can't seem to get out the words, even a simple 'okay', as he watches the project and tries to work out what it's for.

Roxas doesn't even register that he's pressing a hand against his forehead. A little too lost in thought; a little too lost in someone else's thoughts. Scenes he can't place and yet they're so clear...

"Y-yeah?" He finally croaks out.