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Target 20: Meetings

Hibari hadn't received breakfast that morning. He was hungry and it was obvious by the way his stomach growled. He wasn't sure what time it was and if he was going to get food anytime soon. He had made a vow to himself that no matter how infuriating Ono was, he had to eat. It was important.

Though perhaps it was lucky that Ono didn't come that day.

"You-kun," said Ayumu, the Mist Guardian of the Vendetta Family, whom was standing outside the cell door holding onto a long metal staff. Said staff looked as if it was divided into segments, and with one end touching the floor, it rose to a height of about five and a half feet.

Beside him, the Sun Guardian was carrying Hibari's food.

"From what Takkun keeps saying, this guy seems pretty interesting." Ayumu peered between the bars and tilted his head a bit, frowning. "He looks so ordinary."

Hibari frowned, staring at the two people. Who the hell were they?

Youta sighed and wondered for the fifth time that morning why he had to be stuck doing this job. "He's tied up, senpai. What do you want him to do, give you a lap dance?" The brunette scrunched up his nose at that thought. "Let's just hurry up and do this. Boss is in a mood today."

"That wouldn't be a bad idea." Ayumu smirked, opening the door to the cell and walking in. "Hiba-chan, was it?" He smiled a bit. "We'll be feeding you today." He moved and sat right next to Hibari, placing his chin on the prefect's shoulder. "My name's Ayumu. That's Youta."

Hibari grimaced and shoved Ayumu off of him, refusing to speak to them.

Youta rolled his eyes at these theatrics. He never understood why all his senpai always loved picking on other people. It was clearly too much work. "Fujita-senpai," he reprimanded the Mist user almost tiredly. The other knew Boss didn't want them riling up the prisoner.

Ayumu huffed slightly before he leaned back against the wall. "Fine, fine," he said before looking at Youta. "Well? Feed him so we can go." The Mist user switched his gaze to Hibari again, looking over him in great detail.

Hibari narrowed his eyes at Ayumu before looking at Youta, his face in that familiar unemotional wall.

Youta sighed once more. Why did he have to do the feeding? He wouldn't have minded before, but since his senpai had decided to tag along, why couldn't he do the job instead? With a disgruntled murmur, Youta moved to sit down crossed legged in front of the prisoner. He held out a loaf of bread without a word, merely frowning at Hibari and waiting for him to take a bite.

Hibari glared at this. He moved his hands a bit before he sneered and leaned forward a bit, taking a bite of the bread.

"Oh, come on, Hiba-chan. Don't look so sad." Ayumu smirked, poking Hibari's cheek with his staff, to which Hibari pulled his head away with a grimace. "How about I make things more comfortable?" Ayumu reached out, grabbing the bread from Youta's hands as Mist Flames covered his body.

"Now, say 'ah,' Kyouya." The Mist Flames disappeared to show a perfect replica of Dino Cavallone, holding the bread to Hibari's mouth.

The prefect's eyes widened for a moment before he growled. "I hate illusionists."

"Oh, come on." Ayumu's voice was a perfect Dino imitation as well. "Just let your lover feed you, hm?"

Hibari sneered and leaned over, biting into the bread but making sure to bite on to Ayumu's finger as well. Ayumu pulled back his hand quickly, dropping the bread and returning to his normal appearance. "Ow! Hiba-chan, that wasn't nice." He pouted.

Youta snorted. "You should have bit him harder," he told the prisoner. "Illusionists hate pain, you know?" He shot a disapproving frown at his senpai and picked up the bread of the floor. He put it back in front of the prefect. "Eat. Preferably as fast as you can," he ordered, mainly because he wanted to get out of there already.

Hibari, for once, found someone he was able to agree with. He ate, doing his best to ignore the illusionist next to him. But it was hard, especially when Ayumu began poking him in various places with his staff. Hibari got especially pissed when the staff neared his stomach. "Stop. Touching. Me." Hibari warned lowly, giving Ayumu a glare.

Ayumu smirked, committing the glare to memory.

"Senpai," Youta warned the other irritably and put out a hand to stop the teasing before someone ended up bleeding. Youta would not appreciate having to clean up or heal anyone without good reason.

"Shh. You-kun. You're interrupting my research." Ayumu waved Youta's hand away as his staff began to pull up Hibari's shirt. The prefect lashed out and sent a kick towards Ayumu. Though the illusionist was quick to get out of range, still using his staff with a smile.

Youta ducked as well since the kick was well within his range. He sighed tiredly once more and decided to just let it be. "If you die, please get rid of your own corpse, senpai," he told him mildly as he moved out of their range. If any of this got back to the Boss, Youta was pleading innocent.

Ayumu chuckled slightly, watching Hibari glare at him. He could see the murderous aura flowing off the prefect in waves and he felt like he got it pretty down to a pat. "You-kun, finish feeding our dear prisoner," he said with a smile, gently poking Youta's cheek with his staff. "I'll be going now." He then turned and headed out of the cell.

At this, Hibari allowed the murderous intent to lower a bit more.

Youta groaned. Fujita-senpai made no sense sometimes. Well, it's not like Youta wanted to understand him anyway. It was definitely too much work to try and understand an illusionist's mind.

With an annoyed frown, the brunette moved to sit back in front of Hibari to continue feeding him. There was not much else left on the tray, just a glass of milk to drink. This was mainly because Ono-senpai had told them not to feed the prisoner anything else since the redhead was put off he couldn't feed him himself.

"I don't get what's so special about you." Youta sighed as pressed the glass against the other's lips. "Everyone's obsessed with you, even Boss."

Hibari didn't look at Youta at all while he ate. At least this one was silent. He could handle this. He drank the milk, careful not to spill any on his uniform before licking his lips a bit when he finished. Hearing this bit of information was quite useful. "Who is your boss?"

Youta raised an unimpressed brow and said nothing. He put the glass down on the tray and moved to stand up. "I don't think Ono-senpai will stop by today." He shrugged. "Dunno who's coming in later for you but it's certainly not going to be me," he told him and hoped that he was actually right.

Hibari was slightly pleased at this, but he didn't let it show. Though, he didn't like that his question was being ignored. "I asked you something. Who is your boss? What does he want from me?" He figured he could get some answers a lot easier out of this boy than from Ono. It was his last chance before Ono returned the next day.

Youta gave the prisoner a flat stare. "I," he began rather pointedly, his mouth turning downward in annoyance, "am not your friend," he told him before rather lazily kicking the other's leg. It was really more of a nudge than anything. "You," he continued in that same patient tone that one used then speaking to a particularly dumb child, "are our prisoner," he finished with an exasperated sigh, before turning away from the prefect and out of the cell. It was obvious that nothing more needed to be said on the matter.

Hibari narrowed his eyes and he glared at Youta as he left. He knew that had to have been too easy to work. Hibari waited until Youta was gone before he sighed, leaning back against the wall with a frown. It was then that Hibari started to grasp that things were more complicated than he had first thought. He frowned. He didn't like being kept out of the loop like this. Especially when it involved him so greatly.

Meanwhile, in a different room in the underground base, Masaru looked deeply irritated as he heard exactly what had happened to the Vongola Cloud Ring.

"Hey, you guys told me that thing was useless to us," Ono protested, immediately defensive.

Minato stood at Masaru's side, not looking as displeased as Masaru did. In fact, he had on a small, barely noticeable, smile. "But the Boss didn't tell you to get rid of it, did he?" he questioned, his voice keeping its light and airy tone.

Ono's eyes narrowed slightly in his direction. "If I recall correctly, Mina-chan," Ono practically spoke through gritted teeth, "you were the one who told me to do 'whatever I wanted' with it." He gave his fellow Guardian his biggest most insincere smile.

Minato's expression didn't falter an inch. "But I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to give it back to the Vongola," he said simply. "I suppose I gave you too much credit."

Ono's smile strained wider and his fingers twitched for his swords.

"Enough." Masaru spoke up before his Storm Guardian decided to redecorate his office again. He let out a deep, deep sigh as he leaned back on his chair and rubbed his gloved hand over his forehead. It was obvious he was thinking about something.

Ono bit his lip for a second before letting out a sigh of his own and relaxing his tensed body. So far Boss hadn't made a move to physically reprimand him which meant he was mostly off the hook.

A moment passed. Masaru opened his eyes again and frowned. "I suppose it really doesn't matter that it's gone since we planned to get all of the rings from them in the end. However," Masaru shot his subordinate a glare, "I don't know what on earth possessed you to send that back. What if they decide to hide it now that they know they're in danger? Or worse, recruit someone else?" He let that statement sink into the redhead's brain for a moment, watching in satisfaction as Ono ducked his head in guilt. He then turned to look at Minato with one of his rare, questioning expressions. "I gave you the ring," was all he said.

Minato fell silent at Masaru's words and listened to him. The smile didn't grow or shrink as Ono got scolded, nor when he did as well. He kneeled down next to Masaru and took his gloved hand, kissing his ring that lay atop the cloth. "Forgive me, Boss. I should have been smarter than to entrust such an important object to Ono-kun."

Ono's eyes darted back to stare at the blonde and he felt his stomach clench in anger at the sight before him. Outwardly, he snorted in derision at Minato's display. "I'm sorry, Boss. Mina-chan should've just told me in the first place that he wanted to cause problems for us. He clearly gave me that ring knowing that I would pull something like this. I mean, seriously. Why else would your dear right-hand man part with a gift from you, Boss?" He flashed the blonde a sharp, vicious smile.

"Thank you for confirming your stupidity for me, Ono-kun." Once again, Minato's facial expression didn't flinch. He stayed kneeled at Masaru's side and simply smiled pleasantly at Ono.

Ono's own smile was undoubtedly becoming more and more strained. His fingers were definitely reaching for his swords now…

Masaru stared up at his ceiling with a long accustomed patient expression. His gloved hand moved to rest on top of Minato's head, putting a slight pressure on it that would make his right-hand man look down at the floor. His nails dug slightly into the other's scalp. At the same time, he shifted his gaze to stare flatly at Ono. More specifically at Ono's fingers.

The redhead immediately stopped and swallowed at the intensity of his boss' stare. It took him a moment to loosen his shoulders and put on a carefree smile.

"Alright, alright, I get it, Boss. I fucked up. Sooorry. Not like it'll matter anyway." The redhead shrugged unabashed. "Can I go now? Mr. Prefect's bound to be hungry, you know. We don't want him starving and whatnot, right?" He flashed them a perfectly innocent grin, not mentioning the fact that he might have forgotten to send a second meal last night after he had left.

Minato didn't move his head from the position Masaru placed it in. He smiled a bit wider at the touch of his Boss' hand but was slightly amused by Ono's words. "Youta-kun fed him lunch," he said. "Though he mentioned to me that he saw old food all over the floor of the cell."

Ono didn't bat an eyelash. "Did he now?" he asked blithely. "That's a shame, I supposed I'll just have to stop by another time. I'm afraid he'll think I've gotten bored of him otherwise." The redhead pointedly ignored Minato's latter comment. Instead, he turned and moved to exit the room.

Minato just smiled, the hand on his head preventing him from making any more biting comments. After Ono left, he lifted his head ever so slightly in order to look at his boss. "Is there anything you'd like me to do?"

Masaru's tolerant expression fell off his face and his lips fell into a frown at those words. His hand absently slid off of Minato's head, down his hair, before coming back to rest on the armrest of his chair. "I want that ring back," was all he said, because for some inexplicable reason, he felt very uneasy about the fact that it was no longer in their possession.

Minato smiled at Masaru's touch and he looked up at his boss. "Then I will locate it for you," he said, smiling brighter than before. "Are there any special requests you have? Or shall I retrieve it at all costs?"

Masaru paused for a second before smiling very thinly as he thought of how the Vongola would take the surprise encounter. "Don't hold back," he instructed, and immediately felt more at ease. Because if there was anyone that could get a job done, it was Minato.

Minato opened his eyes then, his blue eyes twinkling quite viciously over the pleased smile. "Yes, Boss. As you wish."

Irie Shoichi was not having a good day.

In fact, this could possibly be the second worst day of his admittedly young life. (And let's not talk about his worst day. He was still trying to eradicate the Bovino Incident from his mind, no matter how hard it was thanks to the daunting box currently residing at the top of his closet.)

But why was it exactly that today was such a bad day? Well, it was the combination of a lot of things really.

First, after Shoichi had woken up and headed to school, a swarm (swarm!) of bees had suddenly flown past him and attached themselves to a familiar-looking baby's face. Then, because he suddenly felt a rush of forbidden memories about to surface, Shoichi had run off, only to stumble upon this humongous-massive-looking guy wearing an intimidating trench coat. The man had had spears coming out from his back.

Needless to say Shoichi had run away faster. Not to mention farther.

However, in his rush and fear, he managed to run past Yumei Private Middle School and had somehow ended up in the depths of Namimori Forest. Then, amidst his massive stomachache and rising panic, Shoichi had the unfortunate realization that he was also missing his cell phone.

Clearly the world was out to get him. To his additional horror, in an attempt to return back to town, Shoichi had stumbled upon a good share of poisonous snakes, not to mention bears. Thankfully, just when he was beginning to lose hope, not to mention a good share of his vitality, he managed to hear—strangely enough—a pair of voices that mostly consisted of enthusiastic yells. They sounded quite nearby, however, Shoichi didn't have much time to investigate that because between the bears and the sudden explosions coming from the direction of the voices, Shoichi had whimpered in despair and had taken off once more in hopes to find some semblance of civilization.

Unfortunately, he managed to fall into a river in the process. Somehow.

When he was finally able to get out, he was drenched, miserable, and lost. By the time he collapsed tiredly, he had somehow ended up at the top of Namimori Mountain.

"Stupid, stupid bees," he groaned miserably as he felt his stomachache return with a menace. He should've known better than to get out of bed that morning.

Spanner was 100% completely absorbed in his laptop. He had figured out a way to fix the X-Burner, but now it was about getting the theory into programming. The earlier reading he had gotten of 100,000 Fiamma Volts couldn't be the Vongola's limit. The boy knew his attack wasn't stable, so it was natural he'd hold back the power.

It was safe to assume that he could double it to 200,000 Fiamma Volts and be fine. Though perhaps Spanner should triple it, just in case.

While the blonde worked, Mini Mosca was doing a few things of his own. The small robot had set up a short wooden table for Spanner to put his laptop on. Next to the computer, Mini Mosca put down a bowl of popcorn which Spanner was absentmindedly munching on around his lollipop. Along with that, he finished heating up some green tea which happened to be Spanner's favorite; probably because it was Japanese.

And, though while Spanner didn't notice the redhead scale the mountain, Mini Mosca did. Immediately, the little robot whirred before moving over, dipping into his hospitable programming as he offered the newcomer a cup of tea.

It had taken a couple of seconds before Shoichi took notice of the little robot, mainly because he was cringing around his stomachache and hoping it would subside. However, upon setting his eyes on the machine, Shoichi shrieked and scrambled back and away from it, cringing in fear. He put his arms in front of himself as if to avoid an impending attack.

And waited.

There was a moment of silence and lack of movement in which Shoichi hesitantly opened his eyes to stare at the robot. And then at the tea.

"I-is that for me…?" he asked hesitantly, looking at the robot wearily.

The Mini Mosca looked at the redhead for a moment before shuffling closer and beeping in affirmation. He put the cup down in front of Shoichi before returning to his master's side.

Spanner was still oblivious to Shoichi's presence as he worked on the programming. Once I finish the software, I'll have to go shopping for supplies... the blonde mechanic thought.

Shoichi eyed the cup left on the ground for a brief second before looking back at the moving robot. His eyes followed the robot's destination, and it made Shoichi realize that there was someone other than him in this mountain. It was a blonde boy around his age. He was staring intently into an expensive-looking laptop and looked very out of place amidst the ruins of the mountain. (Shoichi wondered then what exactly could've caused this insane amount of damage, before remembering that he was really best off not knowing.) The blonde teen looked like he was completely into what he was doing because he had yet to say a word. Shoichi wondered if the other had even noticed him.

A slight wind decided to pick up then and it made Shoichi shiver as he remembered that his clothes were still soaking wet. He eyed the warm cup of tea in front of him once more. It looked like it was green tea. He found this strange since the blonde teen didn't look particularly Japanese, but Shoichi wasn't about to complain. He picked up the cup and drank, already beginning to feel warmer.

"Um, thank you for this…" Shoichi called out hesitantly to the pair as he clutched the cup tighter. He wondered if it was alright to approach them.

Spanner showed no reaction to the redhead's words, but after a moment, Mini Mosca began tapping the blonde's shoulder. Even that took a few tries before Spanner reluctantly looked away from his laptop screen to look at the robot. "What is it, Mini Mosca?" he asked softly.

The small robot pointed at the redhead. Spanner looked to where the other was pointing and blinked. He was genuinely shocked to see someone there.

"Who are you?" Spanner asked, holding on to his lollipop as he spoke. "And why are you wet?"

Shoichi was startled at having startled the other, and then he shivered slightly at the reminder of his wet clothes. "I'm Irie Shoichi, sorry for intruding," he introduced himself politely, half-bowing. He hoped he didn't look as miserably discomforted as he felt. "I feel into a river a little while ago and then ended up here somehow," he explained with a despondent sigh before mustering up a weak smile as he brought up his cup. "Thanks for the tea… Um, that's a really cool robot you have," he added, because it was the truth. He had never seen a machine like that before. So small yet so useful. He wondered where the other had gotten it.

"Hm." Spanner looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He recalled how far away the mountain was from the town and wondered how exactly the redhead had just... ended up here. "My name is Spanner," he said, bowing his head as he introduced himself, before smiling fondly in the direction of his Mini Mosca. "Yeah. He used to be a lot bigger. About ten times the size. But he got really wrecked up and there weren't enough parts to build him so big again. So I made him smaller." Spanner's gaze turned back to the other again. "His name is Mini Mosca," he said, and at this, the small robot gave an introductory bow as well as a small beep.

Shoichi's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that such a machine used to be big! Not to mention the blonde, Spanner, had said that he had built him! "Wow…" Shoichi gaped, impressed at the other. "That's amazing! This kind of technology is incredibly advanced!" The redhead couldn't believe it. He could tell with just a short glance that there had been a lot of work put into building the little robot. "It must've been an amazing robot before…" he mused quietly to himself and began wondering how exactly the robot had been made. He was pretty interested in robotics himself and had read some books on it in the past.

Spanner smiled a bit brighter at the praise. Between his boss as well as the rest of the Varia, Spanner didn't receive much praise at all. No one cared or really appreciated all the time, work, and effort it took to do what he did. To take something so huge that had been wrecked, and then shrink it… It had been hard and no one had really cared. So it wasn't surprising when Spanner took an immediate liking to the redhead boy in front of him.

"He really was," Spanner said, before turning to the laptop again and beckoning Shoichi over. He pulled up the old blueprints of the full-sized Gola Mosca and fondly patted Mini Mosca's head. "Though I bet the robotics here in Japan are pretty amazing as well." Spanner's eyes nearly sparkled at this. It was one of the reasons he wanted to come to Japan. The other reason being that Xanxus forced him to come anyway.

Shoichi's eyes widened in awe and fascination as he glanced over the blueprints. This was incredible! He had never seen this kind of technology before! "Deathperation Flames…?" Shoichi scrunched up his forehead in thought, wondering what that was.

Spanner nodded, turning the lollipop in his mouth. "It's the power source," he explained, before looking at the redhead. "Ah, but you wouldn't know what Deathperation Flames are," he said, slightly disappointed. "It's really useful. Discovered not too long ago."

"A-ah, I see." Shoichi nodded a bit distractedly, his eyes still intent on the monitor. This was really incredible… It made his interest in robotics rise again. Over the past year, Shoichi had become more focused on music and was learning how to play the guitar, but at the moment, he couldn't remember why that even seemed important anymore. His mind was quickly shifting back through all the knowledge he had obtained on this field.

"This... Wouldn't it be better for this to cross over here?" Shoichi murmured softly to himself as examined something that looked off in the blueprints.

Spanner looked at Shoichi in slight shock before he turned back to the monitor to see what Shoichi was talking about. After inspecting it for a moment, Spanner's eyes widened. "That... would make it so much more efficient..." he muttered in thought. "I can't believe I didn't think of that." He began typing furiously on his computer, inputting the new information and changing the blueprints. The result did make it run better in the computer program. To apply it would save so much energy. Spanner's eyes nearly shined as he looked back at Shoichi with a new light. "You're really smart! I guess an outsider's perspective is always good."

Shoichi's eyes widened and his face flushed brightly at this. He hadn't even meant to say that out loud! When the other began typing into his computer, he felt completely mortified for having pointed something like that out so unthinkingly. He tried to protest—because it's not like he was an expert on this or anything—but the other's compliment left him speechless. "Um, but I—um, you're welcome?" he stammered out in embarrassement and looked down at his lap, the jerking motion causing his glasses to slid down the bridge of his nose.

Spanner smiled around his lollipop. He had definitely found someone interesting. He took another look at Shoichi. A closer look. He looked pretty insecure. Jumpy. But it was at the closer look that Spanner remembered that Shoichi was still soaking wet. "Hey. Maybe you should get home. You're going to catch a cold if you stay like that," he said, slightly concerned.

Shoichi blinked at the reminder. He had been wet for so long already that he had gotten used to the feeling. But the other did have a point. The only problem was…

"Ugh, but I have no idea how the heck to get back home." The redhead sighed and fixed up his glasses before running a hand through his drying hair. Shoichi looked down the tall cliff in despair. How in the world had he gotten all the way up this mountain? And he was going to get marked as absent from school now…

Stupid, stupid bees! Shoichi thought with a grimace.

Spanner glanced at Mini Mosca before nodding decisively. He closed up his laptop, and as he did, Mini Mosca began to clean everything up. He folded up the table and put it, as well as the computer, away into a compartment. Spanner stood and reached out to the redhead, offering to help Shoichi to his feet as the small robot put away the tea set as well. "Mini Mosca has a GPS system. He can lead us back," he said, trying to sound reassuring.

Shoichi's eyes widened at this announcement and he looked up at the other with tearful appreciation. "You're a lifesaver, Spanner-san!" He smiled gratefully as he took the hand and got up to his feet. "Thank you very much!" He bowed to the other before biting at his lip in embarrassment. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, Spanner-san. I interrupted your work and everything…"

"It's okay." Spanner waved him off easily and tried to reassure him. "I was going to go into town soon anyway. I have a bit of shopping to do," he said. Mini Mosca began leading them down the mountain. "Oh," Spanner spoke again as they began to head down the mountain. He gave the redhead a sideway glance and a warm smile. "And you can just call me Spanner. I don't mind."

Shoichi smiled back at the blonde a little shyly. "You can call me Shoichi if you want as well, ah, um, Spanner." The redhead stammered a bit as he looked down at the ground. He really was very lucky to have met Spanner today. He dreaded to think where he would have ended up or how he would have gotten back home otherwise. He'd have to think of some way to make it up to him for inconveniencing him.

Spanner smiled happily. "Alright. Shoichi." He actually made friends with a real Japanese person! And he knew about robotics! This had to be fate!

Mini Mosca lead them down the mountain and through the quickest and easiest path back to Namimori. "Here we are," Spanner said as they arrived at the edge of town. He tossed the bare lollipop stick into a nearby public trashcan before looking at Shoichi. "Are you alright from here?" he asked, wondering if the redhead was going to get lost again...

Shoichi let out a relieved sigh once they got into town. Finally, back to familiar surroundings! "This is perfect!" he exclaimed happily. "My house is pretty close by. Thanks again, Spanner!" The redhead smiled at him gratefully.

But after a moment, the smile faltered slightly, turning hesitant and shy once more. "Um, if you're not too busy, you should drop by whenever you have the time," Shoichi told the other, avoiding looking at his eyes. "I can give you my address. You don't have to come, of course, but I'd like to thank you properly for all of this. And it would be nice to see Mini Mosca again. And you too of course," the redhead began to ramble, but cut himself off upon noticing that fact. The truth was that he thought Spanner was pretty interesting, not to mention smart. He hadn't met anyone like him before and couldn't help but to be interested.

Shoichi wanted to see him again. But he doubted the other had the time… Spanner probably wasn't even staying in Japan for that long. Shoichi was beginning to regret opening his mouth. Here he was, inconveniencing the other again. "Just, you know, if you want," he ended up mumbling in the end.

Mini Mosca was handing Spanner a new lollipop when Shoichi began to speak. Spanner put the strawberry candy into his mouth as he listened to the other ramble. He smiled. "Of course I want to. That sounds great." He patted the little robot's head. "Just tell Mini Mosca and he'll remember the address." He nodded proudly. He didn't mind the rambling, really. It was actually sort of endearing. Spanner was used to being around people that would do nothing but order him around, yell at him, and throw things at him. Talking to someone who was actually normal was like a breath of fresh air.

Shoichi glanced up, a bit surprised at the candid admission. He smiled, feeling his nervousness ebb away. "Well, I guess I'll see you around then." Shoichi told the robot his address, before glancing back up at the blonde. "Good luck with your shopping!" he said, before turning to leave. But as he walked towards his house, he began to sneeze. After being with wet clothes all this time… Shoichi was probably going to get a cold. But somehow, he didn't really mind this at all. Despite the fact that his morning had been nothing short of awful, Shoichi was glad he had been able to meet Spanner.

Mini Mosca was at Shoichi's side in a second, holding out a tissue with a small beep, which the redhead took with a sheepish smile. Spanner smiled and waved, the small robot returning to the blonde when his deed was done. "See you. It was nice meeting you, Shoichi," he said, before he headed off down the road towards the shopping district, Mini Mosca following behind.