itp: noiz being a brat

[bunnyfucker]

[So it's an ordinary day at Heibon, right, Aoba? Quiet, no customers, the three brats come and gone like the typhoon of energy and chaos they are. Some calls, but not many, and even fewer orders in the long run. A slow day by any standard, filled with nothing but sitting behind the desk and watching a shop that's going nowhere.

Until the door bell jingles. And in walks Noiz, piercings and flat green eyes and all. His bunny cubes clack together as he approaches the front desk - and consequently, Aoba - like he belongs there, hands stuck in his pockets and completely at ease among the junk. He stops in front of the desk, staring Aoba right in the face, not saying a word or explaining his sudden appearance until - ]

Hey.

We're leaving.

[... wait, what?]

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[bunnyfucker]

I don't really bother with other foods.

[Which might be obvious, with the dishes he's taken bites from and then set aside. It helps that he has cash to spend and doesn't really care where it winds up, either. Outside of tech and Rhyme-related purchases anyway.

Still, this... is oddly nice. And easy to do. It doesn't seem like Aoba expects that much small talk, which is good - that kind of thing always winds up getting on Noiz's nerves sooner rather than later. It's not as boring as he imagined it'd be, trying new things with Aoba. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try and do this more often.

If Aoba will even cooperate that far, anyway. Considering how much he'd protested earlier, even after the work thing...]

[seragakiscrapper]

[For once Aoba doesn't feel pressured to talk, which is nice. Knowing his company enough pays off and surprisingly the silence is companionable. He notes with light interest the foods Noiz is devouring at a steady rate, while the ones he leaves Aoba has found himself favoring.

The sounds of the other customers and food being put out fill the silence between them nicely. For once, spending time with Noiz has a natural quality to it.

Maybe that's why he can't help himself when he sees a line of sauce trailing from Noiz's lips. Gesturing to his own mouth:]

You've got something.