[ ☆ ] Shizuo was sitting on the couch in Shinra and Celty’s apartment, or the Kishitani’s, as was easier to say. He looked rather comfortable because, well, he was. He had his legs crossed and he sat watching a movie, his hands up behind his head, next to Celty. Honestly, why did he let himself get roped into this kind of thing?... Well, it was only fair. She watched scary movies with him, he watched 90′s romcoms with her.
“Honestly, why does she even care about him if she’s smart enough to get into Harvard--” Shizuo began, looking over at Celty as he critiqued the storyline of Clueless. He’d seen it once before, when he was younger, and didn’t understand. Maybe it was the fact that it was an American movie? Yeah, that must have been what made it weird.
All of a sudden there was the crash of a door, and Shizuo jolted out of surprised. He craned his neck and looked over the back of the couch, in time to see Shinra waltzing in, singing some makeshift tune he assumed he sang everyday after work. As Celty got up to go talk to him-- well, type to him, he paused it and mumbled a greeting.