[All things considered, a trip to the library is probably the least questionable task Izaya has yet to give Masaomi. Sure, Masaomi knows that no knowledge Izaya gains is going to be used to better anyone's lives, but even he recognizes the importance of learning as much as possible about where they are and how to survive there.
That doesn't make seeing the guy's face any less unpleasant.
Given the invitation, Masaomi sits in the offered chair and unceremoniously pulls three books out of a mustard yellow backpack. He plops them down on the closest surface, whether that be a table or Izaya's bed. He's not picky.]
I was looking for books in a library. It's not like it was hard.
[He even checked out one for himself. Not that he's keen on telling Izaya that, especially when, unlike Izaya, he has no idea what kind of information he's looking for. He just wants to know something, really, to feel slightly less outside of his element.]
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That doesn't make seeing the guy's face any less unpleasant.
Given the invitation, Masaomi sits in the offered chair and unceremoniously pulls three books out of a mustard yellow backpack. He plops them down on the closest surface, whether that be a table or Izaya's bed. He's not picky.]
I was looking for books in a library. It's not like it was hard.
[He even checked out one for himself. Not that he's keen on telling Izaya that, especially when, unlike Izaya, he has no idea what kind of information he's looking for. He just wants to know something, really, to feel slightly less outside of his element.]