[ a knock on the door— who is it it! why it’s the mail! a boy yells outside postal service! and awaits with papers in hand, eyes looking down, and once he hears the door opening, the libero doesn’t look up from his script. this one’s a new one. ]
Good afternoon, sir, ma’am, or other! If I can have five or more minutes of your time for this su-plen-did, splendid, survey that could win you—
[ mid sentence, he stops, doing a double-take, and once his eyes focus past the ears, which are a little longer than he remembers— he points and makes an inhumanly excited sound. literally this is
[ Akira isn't really sure who would be sending them mail, but that doesn't stop him from answering the door when he hears the shout come from the other side.
And if he isn't expecting mail, then he definitely isn't expecting to find a familiar face waiting on the doorstep. What Noya is saying barely even registers in light of Akira realizing that it's… well, Noya. Whom he remembers from that dream but hasn't seen at all until now? Even though he kind of sticks out for multiple reasons, so Akira thinks he would've noticed him if he were around. ]
… Noya? [ He can safely say from the enthusiastic pointing that follows that the recognition is mutual. ] When did you get here?
[ And why is he peddling the fantasy-Victorian version of spam mail? ]
[ dude?! dude. bro. he remembered loving you like his own. nishinoya holds his hands up over his head, expecting another pair of hands to expose themselves for an ultimate high five. ]
A few days ago!! It’s been crazy but I got this job?! [ pointing!!! to his jacket!! ] You got your own place now!
[ It only takes a moment for him to realize what Noya is going for. Akira obviously isn't going to leave him hanging when they've only just been reunited. Bam, double high five!!
His hands slip into his pockets after. ]
Ah, I've been here for a month. [ It's strange that it took Noya an extra month to get sucked through the mirrors, but he can wonder about the implications of that later.
When Noya points out his living situation: ] Well, I'm living with a couple of friends... [ The place is still way too big for just three people, but. ] Did you find a place to stay already?
[ haha, nishinoya laughs once their hands clap, his own pinned to his sides afterwards and thinking, out loud: ]
Smooth criminal . . . [ he just. reminds him of someone smooth and totally cool!! the libero nods as he listens, adding a few yeah?s, ahs and more. ] Mm! I’m staying with Mr. Wolf.
[ he says that with the biggest grin on his face, and leans over on his heels. ]
Don’t tell him I blew his cover, but, [ what cover ] he’s a real deal ninja.
[ he says this as if he’s got something super interesting hidden behind his back. dramatic pause? he holds the sides of his shorts our to widen the fabric. ]
Hakama! I thought he was a samurai and he got all offended for five seconds. [ a point!! ] But he had swords and did a shing right in front of me.
[ Can't samurai also have swords and do a shing? Akira's pretty sure he's seen that in a movie before... Well, if the guy says he's a ninja, then he can be a ninja. ]
Sounds like you landed yourself a cool roommate. [ His are pretty cool, too, just... not ninjas.
He also realizes that they're just standing on either side of the doorway, so Akira steps back slightly. ] Do you want to come inside for a minute? I can get you something to drink.
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Good afternoon, sir, ma’am, or other! If I can have five or more minutes of your time for this su-plen-did, splendid, survey that could win you—
[ mid sentence, he stops, doing a double-take, and once his eyes focus past the ears, which are a little longer than he remembers— he points and makes an inhumanly excited sound. literally this is
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And if he isn't expecting mail, then he definitely isn't expecting to find a familiar face waiting on the doorstep. What Noya is saying barely even registers in light of Akira realizing that it's… well, Noya. Whom he remembers from that dream but hasn't seen at all until now? Even though he kind of sticks out for multiple reasons, so Akira thinks he would've noticed him if he were around. ]
… Noya? [ He can safely say from the enthusiastic pointing that follows that the recognition is mutual. ] When did you get here?
[ And why is he peddling the fantasy-Victorian version of spam mail? ]
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A few days ago!! It’s been crazy but I got this job?! [ pointing!!! to his jacket!! ] You got your own place now!
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His hands slip into his pockets after. ]
Ah, I've been here for a month. [ It's strange that it took Noya an extra month to get sucked through the mirrors, but he can wonder about the implications of that later.
When Noya points out his living situation: ] Well, I'm living with a couple of friends... [ The place is still way too big for just three people, but. ] Did you find a place to stay already?
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Smooth criminal . . . [ he just. reminds him of someone smooth and totally cool!! the libero nods as he listens, adding a few yeah?s, ahs and more. ] Mm! I’m staying with Mr. Wolf.
[ he says that with the biggest grin on his face, and leans over on his heels. ]
Don’t tell him I blew his cover, but, [ what cover ] he’s a real deal ninja.
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He's too busy being swept up in curiosity over Noya's roommate, anyway. ]
A ninja? Like the ones that dress all in black and use swords? [ That's exactly where his mind goes. ]
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[ he says this as if he’s got something super interesting hidden behind his back. dramatic pause? he holds the sides of his shorts our to widen the fabric. ]
Hakama! I thought he was a samurai and he got all offended for five seconds. [ a point!! ] But he had swords and did a shing right in front of me.
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Sounds like you landed yourself a cool roommate. [ His are pretty cool, too, just... not ninjas.
He also realizes that they're just standing on either side of the doorway, so Akira steps back slightly. ] Do you want to come inside for a minute? I can get you something to drink.