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It's not often that they do this (he has a habit of refusing more invitations than it's probably acceptable in a friendship -- not that this is a friendship at all) but it happens, occasionally. Bokuto is a radiant, genuine presence; a stark contrast to Oikawa's second nature (he makes his smiles look more fake than usual -- another reason to avoid him, Oikawa guesses.) There's also the fact that his personality can be overbearing, and, after a little while, annoying; but he's a good guy, and Oikawa respects him, if only for his unique ability in volleyball (not that it particularly matters nowadays, but still.)

This is (naturally) a bad idea -- he knows it the first time he hears Bokuto wants to meet in a bar, of all places, but complies anyway; figures he owes him this much, after an entire week of avoiding his presence. There's no doubt neither of them has no trouble getting in -- both above the six feet mark, with the right kind of clothing and believable expression, they slip past security with languid ease, inside (and among adults) in a matter of minutes, at worst.

He's late, of course -- this isn't anything new or unexpected, the clock striking twenty past eight when he finally shows up. Thankfully, Bokuto's hard not to notice, even among a bigger crowd -- he stands out, not only because of his height (white hair and yellow, odd eyes aren't very common among bar-goers, as Oikawa promptly notices.) He approaches the boy with a grin on his face, greeting him with a double peace sign, as he usually does: it's a silly habit, but it stuck.

Not feeling like making anything himself today. Kisumi decided to eat out for once. In the mood for sushi he felt like inviting someone to come with him. After all food tasted better with friends right? Something like that.

There was a really top notch sushi place near by that he'd come to every once in a while. Being the friendly person he was he already knew everyone that worked there.

Kisumi had been wanting to hang out with Bokuto for some time now but never could find the time to being busy with his own responsibilities. Hoping he could catch him today he decided to text him.

from: Kissumi (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ to: Owl-kun

[ txt. ] Heeyy!! Heeey

[ txt. ] So, how much do you Sushi Bokuto? (^・ω・^ )

[ txt. ] Wanted to have some today and invite someone my treat!

[ txt. ] Sound good? ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

[ txt. ] I know of a really great place look!

Kisumi had snapped a selfie by the sushi place he was talking about making a peace sign and sent it over.

[ txt. ]  [ File sent.. ]

[ txt. ] Oh! I don't remember if you liked sushi tho do you?

[ txt. ] LMK kayyy!

Before taking his first steps into the door of his apartment, the boy looks down at the canine that has been following his steps the whole way. The dog looks up at Shion, sticking his tongue out to pant, and Shion nods understandingly, “Alright, I'm going to check it out now.” There isn't a point of just standing around, and doing nothing of course! The dog yawns in response, and lays down right outside of the door obediently after Shion steps in, closing the door behind him.

The house seems to have all the necessities required for every standard house, though empty since it probably has never had anyone else living in it. The floors were clean, and nothing has been personalized just yet. Looks like some work may be ahead of him, since the place is actually really lacking! Though, Shion is really happy he at least has a home to live in... However, the next question, is who is he living with..? He wonders. Checking the bathroom, Shion walks by the mirror, and out of habit looks at his features with his reflection.

Giving a small frown, he thought he was comfortable enough with his head of white hair, but... New city, means new people. He remembers how many comments he received on his unnatural colour of hair, or how people would grab his hair, roughly pulling at his scalp, and be utterly surprised it's not a wig. With those thoughts, it's better to go on the safe side for now. His hand reaches into the pocket of his jacket, and fishes out his beanie. He places it on his head, allowing the hat to cover most of the white locks, and Shion nods to himself in satisfaction. He'll probably get over this same feeling soon again.