cute sushi lunches.

[goesberserk]

Who: Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya; Amalthea; Maya Fey (OPEN)
When: December 20th (daytime)
Where: Wandering around Sector 4
Summary: Shizuo caught the news about a new sushi restaurant and is now on a mission to find it. Plus, getting a lay of the land might be good.
Warnings: Should be pretty tame so long as he doesn't get pissed off.

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[goesberserk]

It seemed like since he'd come here, his phone buzzed in his pocket more often than not. It made sense when there was so much more that could be done with it, but he almost considered just ignoring it so he could focus on where he was going. In fact, some part of him felt like he should.

Still, some of the people he'd gotten to talking with while stuck in this place weren't so bad, and so he fished the orange phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.

There was a text message waiting for him. In the "From:" section, he saw a name that would have made him crush the device in his hands if that was still possible: Orihara Izaya.

He immediately started to spin in a circle, searching the area for that pest so that he could put him in his place. However, just like during their first so-called encounter here, Izaya was nowhere to be seen. Huffing in anger, Shizuo started to press down on the buttons of his phone as hard as he could as he typed out a reply.

' Why the hell would I ever accept help from you? '

Once it had sent, he kept walking, picking up his pace.

[izalogic]

Honestly, that mere reaction was enough to make him bite back his laughter. He did, however, clear his throat shortly and straightened up once he received the text; a typical response. He glanced up only to see the other was on the move again, this time he seemed to be in a hurry.

Izaya, ever so playfully, blended with the busy crowd, minding his every step as he persuaded the taller male. Izaya was very much depended on his phone, in other words: He was attached to the little device in ways that didn't seem healthy at all. Therefore, typing while on motion didn't require much attention or the need to stop, but he was now closer and less discreet.

Another text was sent.

' It's really cold, you know! Wouldn't want you to freeze. . . ヽ(´ー｀)ノ '

[goesberserk]

That little face attached to the end of the next message was enough to annoy Shizuo, mainly because he didn't know what it was even supposed to mean. But Izaya was just the sort of person to add something like that on just to bother him further.

Even though he'd also noticed the weather, it wasn't as if he believed for one second that Izaya was concerned for his health. If anything, the flea was probably hoping he'd freeze to death. Not that that was likely to happen.

Seeing how a response would probably just egg the other man on further, Shizuo snapped his phone closed and put it back in his pocket without replying. He continued to follow the signs that pointed toward the train station, wondering how much further he had to go. More than that, were the trains heated?

It would have been a good idea to buy himself some warmer clothing, even if he just got a scarf and some gloves to wear. He didn't want to cover up the clothing Kasuka had given him with a sweater or a jacket, but just having something to keep his neck and his hands warm would make a difference.

[izalogic]

It was getting far too cold for him to handle, actually. His frail body didn’t really stand a chance against the merciless temperature; it was bad to the point he started to shiver. “ Phew. “ Izaya breathed out and hunched his back, stopping nearby a phone booth to readjust his jacket and scarf. That didn’t work. He then resolved into rubbing his arms for a tiny glimpse of warmth, but that attempt failed as well. He had been outside for quite a while, and it is only normal for his body to, finally, give in. He wasn’t really that physically robust, so...

With a blithe smile, Izaya regarded his target moving further away and out of his reach, he could still spot that blinding yellow head of his following the signs toward the train station, though. What a shame; Then again, there is a big chance Shizuo is merely having an aimless stroll that would offer nothing to him. Maybe he is trying to find his way back home, which is the standard routine most newcomers follow upon their arrivals.

He shuddered and tugged his hands inside his pockets, deciding to turn back and head to his office.