"See! That thing right there!" Nagato let out an audible sigh at Yahiko's misplaced enthusiasm. Not only was he causing a ruckus over a tiny piece of graffiti on the wall, he had also gone out of his way, to drag Nagato out into the pouring rain just to look at it.
"'Call this number if you want a blo-'" Nagato squinted slightly, reading the message aloud... and quickly stopping the instant he realized exactly what it was.
"Let's call it!"
"N-no, Yahiko!" To Nagato's mind, there were only two reasons for Yahiko actually wanting to. One, that Yahiko was even less wise to the ways of the world than he was, which was highly unlikely. Or two, Yahiko was in fact...just a very creepy boy. "...was this all you brought me here for... it seems like a waste of time..."
"Well, look at it this way, if I was an older man, I'd have brought you here for somethin' completely different..."
"Yahiko, you're really scary..." Definitely the latter of the possibilities.