59 | ic: MAILBOX | holly heights

You name's in the contacts list, you idiot! [ He snaps, astounded at Yamamoto's stupidity, but at least a little inwardly relieved at the consistency. It's him. Probably. He can't rule out a trap, but it is still the beginning of the month... ]

And if your name's there, then it means you're here. To stay. [ So it makes sense, except for the part where it doesn't. Kaede — another lurch — didn't return, even though she was also at the party. What the hell gives? Mind racing, Gokudera grumbles in frustration when he tries to reach for a pen to take notes and still fumbles with it due to the cast on his left arm. Fuck. Whatever, he'll remember— ]

Where are you? When did you get here?

[ oh, so like how he found gokudera's name in the list with a bunch of other people on his phone! ]

This Landlord guy's pretty generous, huh? A free living space, a car, and even a cellphone for us to use! [ even though he doesn't remember about signing the contract. ]

I'm at my house right now. [ "his house," although it's a little awkward saying it that way. it's not his dad's restaurant anymore, but a western style house. this is going to take some time to get used to. ] Uh, the number's 1482. I got here yesterday!

[ maybe to be more accurate, "got back"... ]

Edited 2016-01-10 21:05 (UTC)

He's not generous, he's a prick. [ He says first, and then Yamamoto's words actually register: ] —Yesterday? Why the hell didn't you contact me sooner?!

[ Righteous anger coming from the guy oblivious enough not to notice before getting a call. ]

Did you look around the house? Is anyone else there? Tell me you fucking checked your surroundings before making a stupid phone call— [ mixed signals? is he worried? no way in hell, it's just that Yamamoto would embarrass the Vongola if he did something stupid. Who even lives in 1482? That's on the same street as his own house, but Gokudera can't remember... ]

[yamamoto has to pull the phone away from his phone with all the yelling. he figured gokudera would get angry if he didn't call as soon as he got here, but it just slipped his mind. he keeps quiet while gokudera's bombarding him with all the questions, suppressing his laughter.]

Sorry, sorry! I got distracted with their barbecue party yesterday.

[and then he starts laughing again, more so than before. don't worry, he'll answer your questions...in a bit.]

[ A groan. Seriously?? ]

Idiot, can you focus for five fucking seconds?? Who else is in your— [ Damn it to hell, someone's actually coming up to the counter to order something. ] What? Shit, give me a minute— [ angling the phone away, then: ] Okay. Fine. Fine. Your total's six fifty. Hah? No, the handwriting on the sign's bad, the cakes are two fifty. Alright. It'll be up in a moment.

—This is a fucking mess, [ back to Yamamoto, then. ] Who else is in the house with you? What do you have on you? Do you have your Vongola gear?

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[oh, gokudera's working? he's gotta see this in person, then.] Gokudera, you're working right now? Why are you even answering my call?

[he gives another light laugh before he continues:] Where're you working at? I'll drop by so it'll be easier than holding the phone.

I'm the [ co- ] boss, I can do whatever I want.

[ Tch. It'd be annoying to have Yamamoto around, but then it would probably be easier to get his answers, so he concedes. ]

Fine. I'm at Club Penguin, it's above Moe Moe.

[ His life has become one big domestic joke. ] Actually pay attention to your surroundings on your way over.

[you're such an awesome friend, gokudera, letting our friend bum around your store while you work.] Whoa, you're a boss??

[well he supposes a lot can happen in a year.]

Club Penguin... Above Moe Moe. [he's not taking down notes, but it's simple enough to remember it.] Alright, I should get there in a while.

[and then he hangs up.

after a while, he shows up, walking in as he looks around curiously. it only took longer than it needed to because he's still not familiar with how to go about places.

once he notices where gokudera is, he gives a smile and a wave.] Yo! You really are working!

[ Gokudera's delivering a latte to a customer's table when he hears Yamamoto, and it takes all of his conscious self control not to dump it into the person's lap. Fuck. Why did he give his location away? Instead of waving back, he winces, and then pretends that he didn't see Yamamoto's greeting at all. In fact, he'll just go about his regular business until it's time to cross the cafe and head back to the counter. ]

Why the hell would I lie? [ Especially about something like a fucking cafe job. He's starting to feel self-conscious in his stupid uniform blazer. ]

[yamamoto's made himself comfortable at the counter by the time gokudera comes back to it, and he has his usual smile pasted on his face. he gives a laugh at the other's words.]

Something about gathering information and stuff? [like that one time tsuna and he ran into you working at a convenience store...] And you always slacked off during class.

[and he's gonna conveniently take note of your work uniform.] You're looking cool, Mister Boss!

Shut the fuck up, [ he grumbles, settling behind the counter and looking as disinterested as humanly possible. Stupid baseball idiot, the epitome of academic slacking. He's lucky he's arrived in this town after Gokudera's brief reign as head of the disciplinary committee. ]

I'm impressed you even found this place. [ A pause, then preemptively: ] Don't touch anything, I don't want your fingerprints on the displays or anything.

So, who else is in 1482? Did you scope it out or not?

[dang it, he's almost about to touch one of the things on display when gokudera tells him not to touch.

actually, he might be a little curious of how things might have gone since... gokudera, you were slacking off in class before back at home too, you know.]

Yeah! Well, I had to figure out where the other store is first, so that took some time. [he scratches at his cheek.]

It's someone named Eijun Sawamura and Harold Krebs. Do you know either of them?

[he only just took a look at the names, can you tell]

[ It only counts as slacking off if you get bad marks from it. What's a little misuse of power gonna do to hurt anyone? Running discipline at school just meant that he could smoke on campus and no one would really bother him. ]

No fucking clue. [ So, useless. At least it's no one particularly annoying, though maybe that'd serve Yamamoto right... ] Did you look around enough, see if you still had your Vongola gear?

[aw... well yamamoto isn't all that worried about what kind of people they would be. he's most certain that they'll be nice people, anyways!

when he hears the next question, his gives a slightly troubled look, although his smile doesn't go away.] ...Nope. I'm sure I had it with me before I ended up here.

[who would even try to take his necklace anyways?]

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