The grocery store had turned out to be useless in terms of tools, but at least it hadn't been boring. After leaving, he'd made a brief stop at Tasty Burger to use his coupon on lunch and contemplate his next move
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This town or village or whatever it was really was weird as hell, huh? He'd been willing to think it was just empty looking cause of the cold weather and everyone hiding out indoors and stuff. But even inside there weren't very many people who weren't other prisoners. Not that it was a huge problem, but it was strange. He was used to busy, happy, sunny city streets. This was about as opposite as you could get
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Cords, chargers, accessories, replacement parts... Izaya had already found a few things for under five dollars, but very little that would be useful without whatever more expensive item it went with. There was still much more of the store's inventory to look through, but at this rate, it was looking like the hardware store really would be the place to go...
It was around then that a he heard his name. Izaya looked towards the entrance of the store, where Snow Villiers was standing with a hand raised, looking something like a brown yeti in a sweater. He couldn't quite decide whether Villiers' clothes or his own tasteless, red sweatshirt was worse.
He'd disliked his name being called out in such a loud voice, but only frowned briefly before raising his own hand in a greeting. "Ah, Snow," he said, the frown now disappearing in favor of a vague smile. "I haven't seen you in a few days."
He'd seen Villiers around, of course, but the last time they'd spoken, the nurses had still been in charge. Izaya drew closer to the big man so
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Snow moved closer, too, once Izaya had acknowledged him, more than happy to get away from the doorway. They didn't exactly regulate building temperature as well as he'd have liked here, so it wasn't all that much better in here, but it was warmer. That was good enough for him.
"Hah, you're tellin' me. Been gettin' kinda hectic around here, right? Almost makes you miss the naggy supervisor ladies they used to have wandering around," he said, laughing lightly. "I been fine though! I mean, things're kinda more annoying now but nothin' too bad."
It was kind of funny, Izaya asking if he had been holding up alright. True, neither had gotten into detail regarding each others' private lives, but it was more than apparent that Izaya was just a civilian and Snow was... well, Snow. Maybe he wasn't the picture-perfect representation of an elite fighter, yeah, but he was sure he at least gave off the impression of being able to handle himself. He definitely didn't want anyone to think they had to worry about him at all. That was just silly
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The nurses had certainly been easier-going (and didn't gas a room full of bystanders just to quell a food fight - an incident that still irritated him), but the military wasn't without its own charms... Izaya didn't particularly care which faction was in power as long as he could use it to his own advantage in some way, no matter how small that way might be. So far, however, he'd been able to do remarkably little with the factions themselves-but there was always the patient populace
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Ah, right. That gas incident he'd heard about. He hadn't experienced it himself, what with him and Light having taken the fight out into the Son Room. That was when everyone had gone and started fighting back all at once. That was a great day. Sure, it didn't exactly have the ideal ending, but it was a sign that things were starting to move along in a more preferable direction. He liked it. Hopefully next time, they'd be able to break through and get out of this place for real
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Oh? That was an interesting look Villiers had as he turned to scan the store. Confused, maybe? Izaya wondered what it was in particular that had triggered it: that the goods were expensive, that Izaya was leaning, or maybe the idea he'd been looking for something in the first place... Villiers did say he hadn't been looking to buy anything, and Izaya had gotten a decent piece of information from the fact he'd never been in a town 'like this'.
Izaya didn't mind when Villiers invited himself along, but he did start to move, heading towards the doors of the store. "The hardware store," he answered. "It's not far; just next door."
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It was around then that a he heard his name. Izaya looked towards the entrance of the store, where Snow Villiers was standing with a hand raised, looking something like a brown yeti in a sweater. He couldn't quite decide whether Villiers' clothes or his own tasteless, red sweatshirt was worse.
He'd disliked his name being called out in such a loud voice, but only frowned briefly before raising his own hand in a greeting. "Ah, Snow," he said, the frown now disappearing in favor of a vague smile. "I haven't seen you in a few days."
He'd seen Villiers around, of course, but the last time they'd spoken, the nurses had still been in charge. Izaya drew closer to the big man so ( ... )
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"Hah, you're tellin' me. Been gettin' kinda hectic around here, right? Almost makes you miss the naggy supervisor ladies they used to have wandering around," he said, laughing lightly. "I been fine though! I mean, things're kinda more annoying now but nothin' too bad."
It was kind of funny, Izaya asking if he had been holding up alright. True, neither had gotten into detail regarding each others' private lives, but it was more than apparent that Izaya was just a civilian and Snow was... well, Snow. Maybe he wasn't the picture-perfect representation of an elite fighter, yeah, but he was sure he at least gave off the impression of being able to handle himself. He definitely didn't want anyone to think they had to worry about him at all. That was just silly ( ... )
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Izaya didn't mind when Villiers invited himself along, but he did start to move, heading towards the doors of the store. "The hardware store," he answered. "It's not far; just next door."
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