[ closed ] they say it's genetic, they say he can't help it,

[gorb]

WHO: Geto Suguru, Hikaru Indo
WHAT: Just a friendly chat between the monstrous.
WHERE: Tea shop.
WHEN: Backdated Jan 31st.
WARNINGS: None as of yet, but will update if need be.

( He gets there early. In fact, he cheats. The curses are faster than public transport and he wants to choose their seating carefully - not too crowded that if the entity kicks off there'll be a bloodbath, and not too close to the door he can flee when Geto isn't looking. So he's perusing the menu when the door gives a jaunty little jingle, and he looks up to see ... just a boy.

Oh, he can sense his wild energy. It sets the hair at the back of his neck rising, a deeply troubled wariness he can feel in the pit of his stomach. That's concerning enough. But there are no stitches on his forehead, and nothing really beyond the unease that would give him away. For a moment Geto's expression remains carefully blank, then he fixes on his best mask, lifts a lazy hand to summon the boy closer. )

Satoru told me you prefer Hikaru-san. ( As he takes a seat. ) My apologies. I haven't ordered. I wasn't sure what you would like.

( Or if he even can. )