Let It Snow [open]

[Vee]

It had been snowing all night—the snow had started just as the sun set, and by the time Vee had returned home in the dead of night, it was coming down hard. He’d paused to admire it, standing on the front porch in the sepia light, watching the flakes fall onto the layer of snow that was beginning to blanket the ground. Tired as he was, he couldn’t help but want to watch; he missed snow—the heavy, lasting snow he remembered from his years in Russia and Ukraine. Snowfall never lasted long in Ikebukuro, and he expected it would have melted by the time he woke up.

But to Vee’s surprise, it snowed through the night and well into the morning, when he woke up. Opening the curtains to see everything cloaked in white, with large flakes still falling slowly—it was reminiscent of a white Christmas, the Christmas mornings spent in Ukraine back when his family had actually celebrated the holidays. They still did do Christmas things, but it was dutiful and largely joyless—Vee gave his parents ridiculously expensive gifts, they didn’t ask where he’d gotten the money to buy them, and presented their own modest gifts in return. Everyone thanked each other and returned to more or less ignoring each other (or in his parent’s case, arguing with each other) until next year.

He was almost relieved that it wasn’t Christmas morning as he got up, shaking off the remnants of sleep along with any traces of nostalgia. Downstairs, his parents were glowering at each other from across the kitchen table, and Vee was quick to flick on the television to break the silence as he made himself an omelette and a cup of coffee.

Vee didn’t linger with his breakfast, and was quick to leave, as always. It was just before noon when he left the house, well-dressed as always, in dark grey slacks and dress shoes, a charcoal grey vest over an off-white dress shirt, and a black pea coat overtop. Once he’d left the house and all the tension in it, he took his time, calling a cab to take him into the city.

He was pleasantly surprised at the fact that it was still snowing, and Vee found himself wandering towards the town square once he was on foot. He didn’t have any business in Ikebukuro today, which left Vee a little unsure of what to do with himself, but at the same time found himself content just walking through the city, snow squeaking beneath his feet, breath clouding the air, and stark white snowflakes falling around him.

Most of the things Vee did, he did with purpose. It felt strange to be out aimlessly wandering the city, and it wasn’t long until Vee found himself a semblance of an errand. He’d heard rumours of associates of the mysterious Pandora. Although he didn’t have a particularly vested interest in the mysterious item, he was admittedly curious—whatever it was, he was sure it would be worth a significant amount of money if he got his hands on it—or any information pertaining to it.

The rumours, however, were vague, offering no hints about how or where to find these associates, or even who they were. Though Vee assumed people involved with something as esteemed as Pandora would stand out, probably look like professionals. And that would make them easy to pick out in this hopeless city. It gave Vee a sense of comfort to have some sort of purpose, something to look out for, minor as it was. His eyes were alert as he scanned the crowd, noticing how excited and busy the people seemed today—even for Ikebukuro. Was there something happening today, or was the unusually wintery weather getting people excited?

[Izaya Orihara]

Two shoes clicked roughly against the railing of a building as with a powerful leap the male crossed to the other building with grace. Landing on the other side, he gave two blinks before scurrying towards the edge. While he had let his target go earlier, the shady man now inside his building, Izaya unable to see. Bored after waiting for a hour, he leaped around, watching the people in awe of the snow storm.

Frowning up at the grey sky, white flakes falling in a pattern he could never predict, landed on him, melting on his body. He honestly was freezing his hind end off so he could watch his humans. Rolling his eyes a little, the red crimson watched the people dance on the sidewalks, some laughing and pointing up at it, some nuzzling each other in some loved display.

Honestly, he had no need for any of it, nor to watch it, humans were so tedious, boring in a way. He loved them. Loved, loved, loved them. Izaya however knew humans inside and out. Despite his love they did get quite boring every once and awhile. The cold however made him a bit more easily than normal, so he was avoiding that sniffing brute, Shizu-chan.

No monster after him today, he rather not get pummeled with a vending machine today. His claws ticked against the metal bar, frozen. "Good morning my humans. Do not disappoint me today. Which ever one who's interesting, catch my eye, or I'll wreak havoc."

The tint on his voice was slightly amused, slightly annoyed. His humans could do something that made his day amusing. He really didn't want to go and start singing Touhou songs in his apartment while doing his work. Izaya was easily bored. Bring him something interesting, he whined all the time. However his humans probably didn't have the capability to hear him.

He was the one holding the dice, not them. Gods talked to their children all the time. However no one wanted to hear them. Narrowing his eyes, he decided to go to a more populated place. No one could hear their god in the high places. The red eyed man gave them a gift of guidance and they still were deaf.

Repeating the process as before, leaping across the buildings his shoes clicking on the railing once more as he passed down the hallway inside the building with a yawn. The warm air soothed his skin as he hopped down the stair twice at a time. Grinning to the old lady who gave him a wave and a huff he was energized once more.

"Give me something to enjoy today~" He yipped as he hit the end of the stairs and out the glass doors to the cold air. If one was to actually -look-, they would see a forever twenty one year old sprinting down the sidewalk, his arms out in a set of mock airplane wings. Down the streets, hopping in place with his arms out as he waited out a few lights, he found himself in the park.

"Come to me my favorite humans~" He squealed, adding a manic laugh behind it.