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"It's Sato. And if you knew I was going to call, why wouldn't you pick up the phone?!"
Takashi's lips parted into a small "oh". He didn't expect Sato to call him -- no one really called each other anymore. As a teenager of the modern age, Takashi was definitely expecting a text.
Takashi hums lightly as Sato listed off what information he needed. Straight to the point, he mused.
"First of all," Takashi starts, his tone genial as always, "I'm sorry I made you wait. I didn't expect you to call -- everyone texts nowadays, so I guess it's rather charming." Takashi chuckled, his laugh tinkling like bells. He ignored Sato's hissy tone; it was interesting that the more Takashi interacted with Sato, the more he realized that the other teenager wasn't the plain, mid-toned gray paint swatch he imagined for him, but was rather akin to the gray of a cloud -- darkening with his mood, and always mottled in color.
"You can come on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, three-thirty in the afternoon," Takashi said easily. If it came to it, Takashi could request for Sato to add on another day, but he had baseball practice until six during the other weekdays, and the blonde didn't want to make someone come over that late.
Takashi also rattled off his address, knowing what Sato would think of it. The Kanayama family lived in Azabu, one of the wealthiest and most luxuriest districts in Tokyo, home to many famous celebrities. The homes there were expansive and large, styled in a modern and sleek fashion. Tokyo was already relatively expensive to live in, and due to its high population density, many people lived in apartments. The fact that the Kanayamas could afford a large house in one of the most expensive districts said a lot about their wealth.
"As of now, you can just walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell," Takashi continued smoothly. "Don't be alarmed if one of the maids answer the door -- they're all very lovely people." It was true; Takashi couldn't say he spent that much time with the maids, but he made sure to interact with them. They were all very kind -- Takashi felt at home with their warm words.
Sato didn't need to sneak into the home as of the time of the phone call, and maybe for the next two weeks as well, since only Takashi, Aki, and the maids would be at home. But once any other family member returned . . . that was a different story. Takashi already had a scare when Rina made a surprise appearance; he hoped that anyone else who returned home would give a few days' notice.
Takashi's lips parted into a small "oh". He didn't expect Sato to call him -- no one really called each other anymore. As a teenager of the modern age, Takashi was definitely expecting a text.
Takashi hums lightly as Sato listed off what information he needed. Straight to the point, he mused.
"First of all," Takashi starts, his tone genial as always, "I'm sorry I made you wait. I didn't expect you to call -- everyone texts nowadays, so I guess it's rather charming." Takashi chuckled, his laugh tinkling like bells. He ignored Sato's hissy tone; it was interesting that the more Takashi interacted with Sato, the more he realized that the other teenager wasn't the plain, mid-toned gray paint swatch he imagined for him, but was rather akin to the gray of a cloud -- darkening with his mood, and always mottled in color.
"You can come on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, three-thirty in the afternoon," Takashi said easily. If it came to it, Takashi could request for Sato to add on another day, but he had baseball practice until six during the other weekdays, and the blonde didn't want to make someone come over that late.
Takashi also rattled off his address, knowing what Sato would think of it. The Kanayama family lived in Azabu, one of the wealthiest and most luxuriest districts in Tokyo, home to many famous celebrities. The homes there were expansive and large, styled in a modern and sleek fashion. Tokyo was already relatively expensive to live in, and due to its high population density, many people lived in apartments. The fact that the Kanayamas could afford a large house in one of the most expensive districts said a lot about their wealth.
"As of now, you can just walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell," Takashi continued smoothly. "Don't be alarmed if one of the maids answer the door -- they're all very lovely people." It was true; Takashi couldn't say he spent that much time with the maids, but he made sure to interact with them. They were all very kind -- Takashi felt at home with their warm words.
Sato didn't need to sneak into the home as of the time of the phone call, and maybe for the next two weeks as well, since only Takashi, Aki, and the maids would be at home. But once any other family member returned . . . that was a different story. Takashi already had a scare when Rina made a surprise appearance; he hoped that anyone else who returned home would give a few days' notice.