You held your hands behind your back as you walked through the streets of Ikebukuro, searching for a certain blonde haired male. A grin came to your lips as you spotted him, standing a few feet away from Izaya Orihara.
Said male turned around, a questioning look on his face as he stared at you. “What?”
“What do you call cheese that’s not your own?”
“Eh?” He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow raised. What the hell kind of question was that?
“Nacho cheese. Get it?”
Cue Vending Machine.
Thank god your reflexes were good!
“Now I want some nacho cheese~”
“…shut up, Izaya.”