Silence for a moment... before she's reaching up to Boop Joshua gently too. Just a little one on the nose.

"Happy spawning day, chicken."

❝  you flatter me, symphonist. ❞ his laugh is slow, but warmer than his previous tone. he wasn't worried about breaking the ice. he knew that he'd be welcomed here and that wasn't an issue at all. usually he spent his time in L.A but he was looking for a bit of a change of scenery. see his fledglings and perhaps check on abel if he was back in town yet. it would be easy to track the pup down either way.

❝  either of them will do. i need to see both of them individually at some point. ❞ he'd start with the cafe if that was where eanas was. it was easier to handle him first. apichisi always got understandably tense when they were alone. ❝  i should also like to borrow you for dinner soon when you are free one day. i'll be visiting for a few days for personal matters before i return to my city. ❞ and he needed to purchase Soleil some different energy drink types since their usual staple drink was going out of production. shibuya was ripe with potential with things to try.

❝ though, i should ask. have my boys been treating you well? they haven't done anything i should have to reprimand them for, should i?  ❞ not that he was looking for a reason to do that, but he could make a teaching moment out of anything and know that they would listen. their composer was a primary focus next to the city; given their chosen position. he was keen to see that they were kept on track.

@the-composer : "You look fun." He's all unctuous smiles as he sidles up to his new target, looking him up and down. "You belong to the Shinjuku flock, right?" Joshua had only paid minimal attention to the Reapers, so it makes sense he would have overlooked him initially. "Who are you?"

the intruding voice breaks the still face of hishima's thoughts . perched at this remote zenith , the recursive loop of an exterior staircase hung above udagawa's knotted snare of roads & telephone wires , THERE EXISTS NO SUCH THING AS A CHANCE MEETING : he has sought hishima out with a purpose . 

there is no sharp gasp , nor snap-like pivot towards him --- deliberately , hishima straightens & rotates to face the stranger fully , like a stone monolith pivoting about its axis with earth-scraping slowness . " has my reputation spread even among the shibuyan natives ? " he asks evenly , schooling his features into an impassive mask with ease. " I AM HISHIMA SAKAZUKI . & you ... "

now it's hishima who looks with scrutiny , extended gaze scanning over his unassuming figure , finding no trace of malice except for the cloying way his mouth sinks around fun --- but hishima had been quick to learn of the outward antagonism present among the shibuyan reapers , the cat-like pawing at their mark until they can wring no more amusement from it . it's a sentiment that has ceased to trigger his guard .

" ... are unfamiliar to me , " comes his judgement , given flat . " WHO MIGHT YOU BE ? "