What a peculiar roaring noise in the distance.
Figures the moment he arrives at this school, they’re staying in an overly cold area. And considering he hasn’t had the chance to murder anyone —not that he would unless there was some type of reason— his place had no heater.
Luckily enough he had a coat with him, and calmly but quickly, put it on. Light quietly sighed, wondering what to do now; the first step was always hardest. Getting out of this place is already top priority, but without the Death Note…
No, it’s far too early to think of killing anyone. There’s got to be some kind of alternative and it’s not like I would just murder anyone innocent either.
While busy with his thoughts, he stood outside in the harsh weather, snow falling while also placed on the ground. Light never minded winter until now.
Well, well, well. It would seem that the school has brought in yet another new person into its premise. Cute, really. Of all the arriving faces he’d seen within the past few months, this one seemed to be different. Why, usually when people came in, they were bright and happy. They had no idea what their lives would become and any idea in realizing the truth was thrown out or pushed to denial. To live in bliss was all they wanted. To be destroyed was their future.
"It’s your first day here and you’re going to go down by dying from the snow?" Where he spoke from was no where other than beside a tree, a large, sprouting growth that concealed his person from both the weather and other people. "That’s sad, really. I’ve seen some humans die their first days, but never in such a pitiful way. You must be cold..no?~"
He knew that voice a little too well. Turning his attention up at the building, he stopped his trek onward to fully face the roof where a very delighted Izaya had watched his approach and almost let him proceed unbothered. When was the last time he saw him? Oh yes, when he’d given him his clothes. What a nice last memory.
"I don’t plan on falling victim to snow." He wasn’t Nate, after all. Unlike the boy, Petrel could take care of himself. If things got too bad, there were always means of returning to the lodge. "Hungry animals might get me, though." He didn’t know what he was up against there, to be honest. The only animals he’d seen were chickens and judging by his MM feed, the animals here were a lot more vicious. "Is that why you’re up there? Or are you just taking in the scenery?"
Awe, Petrel didn’t see him as much as he should, then! If the last time he even bothered to look for the informant was because he was giving his clothes up, then he ought to keep an eye more open. A mutual friendship wouldn’t work if Izaya was the only one watching the criminal and spotting him almost each and everyday!
"People don’t plan to fall victim to anything, but it happens anyway." He scooted himself even closer to the edge, his lips curled and eyes narrowed. "A hungry animal should be the least of your worries. Unless you tread far into the land, anything that is relatively threatening won’t show up. The scent of humans and other animals is far too strong for them. As far as the reason for why I’m out here?" Attention turned itself up, facing the dark of the sky. "I simply wanted to get away from everyone. The cold is very inviting, especially when you’re in an environment that offers so much to look at." Enough about him, though. That was boring. He didn’t feel like talking about himself or going on about any other reason he may be lingering about. "You seem lonely."
They were dropping around him like fainting Pichu. One by one, they were each finding their way from the school almost as quickly as they’d arrived. In fact, they’d all left so soon that they had the misfortune of missing out on the snow, the outdoors, and what prospects the very idea held.
He didn’t, though. While the six of them scampered homewards, he remained here to see what new gift Monobear would deliver the school to. That was fine, though. Two others still remained, however feeble and useless they were.
Thoughts like flurries in his mind, he exited the lodge and headed off into the landscape. No real direction, no intentions for where he would end up; just walking.
Ah, yes. Spending his evening outside and in the cold. This was the life. The dream. The succession and universe of Hope’s Peak most annoying flea. In the five months, maybe six or seven (he’d lost count) that he’d been in the school, he’d never felt so free and alive as he did now. The trees. The building. The small shack he was sitting on. It was as if everything belonged to him, as if he owned it. Sure, this was no city, what with the wilderness and lack of people, but it was something different, something new. And it was all his.
"You do realize that there is a more healthier way to brood, yes?" Voice piping up, he turned his head down to the passersby, both eyes rounding in as his form scooted to the edge of the small building. "I mean if your goal is to wander and get lost in a world of nothing but snow and hungry animals, be my guest. Though if you respect your life at all, you just might want to turn back and go where you came."
"Izaya missed too." Haha. Loser. Maybe it does hit Armin. And that one can hit some other loser. Like Levi. But there’s another for Izaya’s face. Don’t dodge it this time it won’t be as funny as it missing.
It’d be nice if it did. The kid deserves to be hit a million times. “Because you moved.” He moved too, but that’s okay if he does it. It’d not okay that he just got hit in the face, though. That actually hurt. A cold, solid, flying object smacking right in the kisser. Yeah. Not a good feeling. Doesn’t matter much, though. He’s just going to kick some snow at Mr. Big loser.
That’s okay. He will take the snow to the face because he’s not a big baby. Can Izaya take one to the face and not cry about it though? Probably not because he is a big baby.
Being a big baby? Oh no. He won’t do that. He’ll simply step out of the way and watch it go soaring past him. Who will it hit? He doesn’t know. Hopefully Armin or someone just as lame. “Your aim is awful.” Snicker, snicker. Have another snowball being tossed. Merry Despairmas.
Snow? Snow! Snow. Outside. Wow. Amazing.
Time to find Izaya and throw a snowball at him.
Did he seriously just get slammed in the chest with a snowball? Did. He. Really. Just. Did that. Happen? Excuse you, prince. He just got up, found out he wasn’t in the school and stepped outside to see if it was true. He doesn’t need this. He doesn’t need to deal with your — Oh, what’s this? Snow in his hand? Have a snowball flying right at your face.