[Open!] I wanna go to a sushi bar♫

[knifedances]

Who: lovemehumanity and whoever happens across him (he'll stay in the bar for several hours, so feel free to approach him).
What: Eating sushi, crowd watching, potential trolling, philosophical conversations, whatever! Prose and brackets welcome!
When: Thursday evening 13/10/11
Where: Some sushi bar
Warnings: Should be harmless, but I'll update if anything comes

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[eatprettyhearts]

Today, it seems, the tea is luring things with teeth.
Not that it's obvious, or all that easy to guess at; Shiro's attention is on his food, and the barkeep, on how to make the man feed him without having to pay. And Izaya seems like just another shadow, his contours almost vague to him, a whisper.

Shiro laughs and the eyes of the barkeep stay on his face. It's not even that he's trying to be manipulative {that's almost a lie}, but he's hungry and knows better than to be honest, knows better than to be a fool right here. He might not exert the energy to remember all the shadows by their names, but that doesn't mean he has any illusion as to what their hearts are like.

And hearts, well, they are what is important about a person in the end.

His eyes fall on you with that thought, no concious decision behind that, instincts rearing their head. maybe. The startled look holds for as long as it takes for his fourth serving to arrive, then falls away.

The trick for getting free food is to keep smiling after all {and to look really, really helpless}.

[knifedances]

He is aware of Shiro's presence, just as he is of all the people occupying his current surroundings; though his is a nebulous awareness, for the moment. All humans matter to him, yet on an individual basis they all remain grey-scale until particular actions are taken or ideologies voiced that may capture his full attention. At least, for as long as they prove to be interesting, or useful.

He feels Shiro's eyes on him, a mild pause in the atmosphere that could be real or imagined; he wouldn't like to say without solid evidence, would never - or almost never - base his conclusions on intuition alone, but it seemed he'd caught someone's interest. He shifts just lightly in his seat, catching the other male in the periphery of his vision, and for the moment at least, gives him a little more of his attention.