The scowl was unimpressive, to say the least. Izaya had been witness to a lot worse in his line of work and the individuals he , so the expression didn’t faze him in the slightest– However the expression the man made afterwards did interest him. Even though it only lasted for a moment, the utter look of surprise that crossed the other’s face caught his attention– It made him curious.
Not to mention that rather pregnant pause, and the fact that the man seemed to have wanted to say something; But chose not to.
Aah, humans are so interesting~!
“…Is there something on my face?”
The words left Izaya’s mouth with a tone that rang with both amusement and confusion, blinking his eyes as he raised a hand to his face as if to check– Though he knew that there wasn’t anything there, having checked before leaving his new residence. There was something else bothering the man when he saw Izaya, and the informant was undoubtedly curious as to what that reaction was all about.
He nodded when the man finally spoke, his expression shifting to one of an apologetic nature– Or rather, as apologetic as Orihara Izaya could look, which while it wasn’t much it was still passable as a sincere reaction. At least to those unfamiliar with how he presented himself.
“Forgive me, I seem to be experiencing a touch of culture shock, ne?”
His tone sounded a bit bemused, his eyes looking around at their surroundings for a moment before his attention once again focused on the man in front of him.
“I suddenly woke up this morning in this city, you see. I apologize for zoning out like that, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
That wasn’t entirely a lie, at least.
Besides, you’re a bit too short to be within my immediate line of sight. Ha!
Okay, that was just mean. Oh well.
There was a moment’s pause before Izaya blinked, shifting his expression to one of mild embarrassment; His hand raising to the back of his neck to rub at it absently; Bowing politely.
“Ah.. Where are my manners. I am Orihara Izaya, and yourself? I would hate to part without at least knowing the name of the person I accidentally assaulted.”
“Speaking of. Would you allow me to make it up to you, at all? Perhaps if I offer to buy you some tea–Or even a coffee if you preferred– as a sort of… reconciliation?”
To be honest, he only extended the offer because he was curious about the other’s earlier reaction– As well as how much he may know about this place, if anything. The latter didn’t matter that much, in all honesty. He had his ways to get the information he needed, after all.
“ Nothing’s on your face except a pretty incredible shit - eating grin, and you’re doing a shit job at hiding it, ” Levi snipes after a moment of consideration. This place has proven to be pretty weird from the get go, and he’s not about to make it any more strange by pointing out something that is, perhaps only to him, an oddity. After all, while he hasn’t taken much of a look at any of these peoples’ faces, a lot of them are fairly dark - haired and light skinned, so the chance that there’s a lot more orientals here is probably pretty high. This place was--is--weird.
Shifting his stance, Levi gives up on seeing what's being sold at the stand, and instead turns his full attention up -- unfortunately, VERY up -- to Izaya, pursing his lips as he considers his words, his introduction, and perhaps most of all, his physical appearance. The fact he's clearly ... Japanese stands out, sure ... but the way he dresses is, in itself, quite an oddity, actually. The fur - lined coat reaching his calves would imply that he's incredibly well off. But ... the way he keeps his hair so untidy ( well, it is in his opinion, anyway ) would imply heavily otherwise. Or maybe he just doesn't care?
Quirking his mouth slightly to the right, he furrows both eyebrows again, this time mostly as a response to being so lost in his own thoughts ... but, because he's been rather well trained himself in his life, because he has more or less had these things beaten into him by his superior who had blackmailed him into the damned military in the first place, he does not miss a beat when his time for introductions come.
He doesn't bother to offer any sort of smile, but he does bow as politely as Izaya had ( have to keep up with another's customs, isn't that right? If they don't go for a handshake, you don't either ), then straightens up with a concise, " Levi. "
And then, it's his turn to pause.
" Levi Ackerman. ... You prefer Orihara or something, then? Can't say I know too much about Asian customs since I'm from somewhere a lot different. " Just a ghost of a smirk comes, and goes just as quickly at that. Yeah. Definitely different ... " I'd say in a shitty place like this, the most courtesy you're gonna get is something like this. "
He waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, eyes following a few of the people milling about as they relocate, and then he drops his arm to cross it over his chest.
" ... tea's fine, if you know where to get it. I'm more or less in the same situation as you are. "
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