There's a ringing of the doorbell or a knocking at the door. Once it's opened, he would find nothing but an unmarked black box sitting on his doormat. If it's lifted, he would find that it's got some weight to it. The moment it's opened, there's a constant ticking, much like a bomb. It stops suddenly after the lid is removed completely, and the next second, it's off. Takaya would be met with a blueberry pie to the face with a spring-loaded trap inside, but that's not all. There's music that starts playing, looping the chorus of Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode. With a Mini Takaya meant to make fun of him, it had a mic stand, making it seem like he was singing the song, the mini Takaya is holding a card.
Inside the card that says APRIL FOOLS, courtesy of the leader of S.E.E.S.
✞ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ No one is supposed to know they're living here.
Now... this was not his first rodeo. He works with a teen that could make a postal bomb with his eyes closed-- so he naturally took precautions. And by that I mean he placed the package down, stepped a few feet backwards into the shady apartment they reside in, behind the sofa, and simply... shoots it.
A pause. No fire. What remains of the package is still ticking. Interesting. Welp-- he's lived this long... fine. He'll bite. What is it?
The very next thing, he's scraping cream from over his very tensed eyes. One of them is twitching. He is scraping piecrust out of his hair. The little takaya acrylic is half shattered from the gun shot. A part of him wishes it was a bomb.
❝ Jin! Chidori! We are moving! ❞
They attempt to protest-- ❝ NOW! ❞