WHO: Mello and Kusuriuri.
WHAT: Late night imposition.
WHEN: After
this.
WHERE: Kusuriuri's storage unit.
Navigating the darker streets of a foreign city is not an unfamiliar process. In fact, since arrival he's adjusted his boundaries and territories, memorized its urban floorplan until even the darkest alley is nothing but a minor nuance, a tiny jewel facet, never a threat of misdirection. He doesn't have to look up the address he's given to know where to go, already familiar with street names and business numbers, acquainted with landmarks in the shopping district despite heavy pedestrian population.
At night, however, demography tells a completely different story.
He hasn't seen a single smiling civilian, not in all this shade and black asphalt. After crossing the intersection (he'll need a car soon, both for him and Matt, once he gets the money), Mello reaches the right address. And has to look again. He knows he doesn't have it wrong, but--
It's hilarious. He's either been stood up, or his dear friend is living here.