Excuse me. This is Futaba, right? I'm Shinjiro Aragaki. Yusuke mentioned you. I wanted to ask about making my device hack-proof. He said you can do it. I'll pay you.
[ True to his word, he's there in half an hour— almost exactly on the dot. He's got a plastic bag carried at the crook of one elbow, filled with several pints of ice cream. He pulls a hand out of his pockets and knocks firmly on the door. ]
[Futaba is not used to people being punctual. Normally, anyone would use that as an excuse for not being ready--Futaba didn't care for excuses, she was just lazy. Which is why she answers the door still dressed in her pajamas. Why bother getting dressed when she's just going to lounge around the house all day.]
You have the payment? [She asks with a wide grin, already eying the bag he was carrying.]
How pleasing to hear. Your experience certainly doesn't appear to have slowed your skills at all.
I understand you helped a mutual friend of ours with some research recently. I wanted to thank you. Your assistance was invaluable for an important investigation.
[She takes that bag with a healthy dose of enthusiasm--and proceeds to rifle through it to see just what he brought. Bacon is an interesting choice--exotic.]
You've done well. [Way to sound like some seedy game boss, Futaba.]
Come on, I have my rig upstairs. [She waves for him to follow her, making sure to detour into the kitchen to drop off all but the pint of matcha in the freezer before trotting up to her room.]
[ It's on the tip of his tongue to say something about how he hopes she's not going to eat them at once and that she has something healthy to eat, but— he doesn't really know her, and it doesn't seem like the time besides. So he holds his tongue on the topic as he follows her.
Okay, so he does glance at what she has in her kitchen as he follows her. But he doesn't say anything! ]
[Someone really should call her out on it. She likes homecooked meals, but never makes them. She subsists on instant noodle cups and...She's not the healthiest eater, just put it that way.
When they get up to her room she settles into her computer chair, taking a gleeful spin before turning back to him with a wide grin.]
Don't mention it. I like messing with tech anyway--and honestly, my upgrades are pretty essential to maintaining privacy. So--[She holds out her head expectantly.] Comm unit, please.
[ He pulls his hand out of his pocket, comm unit held in it. ]
Privacy's pretty important to me.
[ It has occurred to him that she could put her own stuff in there to track him if she were inclined, but Shinjiro's choosing to trust Yusuke's friend. ]
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