[Conner was thinking something more like a comic book or t-shirt.]
Cool. I'll text you again when I'm close.
[Between distance and dealing with letting various people know he's leaving one country and going to hang out in another for awhile, it takes Conner some time to fly over even if he's got super speed. That and he doesn't think causing random sonic booms just for what's pretty much a booty call is a good idea. But eventually he's flying over Midoriya's city and sending him a quick text. 'B there in 5'. And true to his text, about five minutes later someone rings Midoriya's doorbell. Kon's dressed more casually, leather jacket over a t-shirt and jeans and a backpack hanging off one shoulder while he waits for his friend to open the door.]
Five minutes til, Midoriya gives his apartment another once-over and then stares at himself in a mirror for a few moments. He doesn't look bad, he supposes. He doesn't look like he's dressed for a date but this isn't really... a date, even if he thinks it's probably not a terrible idea to ask if Kon wants to get dinner afterward. He could cook or order something in but he's not sure how often he gets to come to Japan.
Booty calls don't need to be good hosts, but still. Midoriya opens the door when the bell goes off and smiles up at the other hero, the door widening so he can pass. ]
[ It takes every inch of him not to ask a million questions about just what kind of red tape he has to deal with. Instead, Midoriya waves it off, desperately trying for nonchalance and then Kon floats and clearly, he's being tested. ]
No, no, it's fine. Really.
[ He has visitors often enough it's never dirty but for once there isn't a pile of clothing being moved from bed, to another flat surface and back to the bed to avoid putting them away. Small blessings. ]
...How fast were you able to fly here? Where did you fly from?
[Setting his shoes aside, Kon settles his feet onto the floor again and turns a grin towards his friend.]
I flew from San Francisco. California. And I flew pretty fast. Didn't break the sound barrier this time though. People get on my case for doin' that outside emergencies.
That's so fast, though. Hundreds of meters a second meaning that most distances would seem insignificant but it would be pretty loud, he figures. While Kon was invited here for other things, Midoriya's...not always the best at staying on track when given something like this. ]
You can break the sound barrier?
[ Closing and locking the door, Midoriya gestures to the slippers if he wants and toes his own on. ]
Nothing exciting, really. Can I get you something to drink?
[Kon's just going to puff his chest out a little. Glancing towards the slippers. Kon nods and slips his feet into them. After a moment he flashes that usual crooked grin of his.]
Naw, I'm good. You wanna hang out some or get right to what we were textin' about?
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Date: 2018-11-07 03:06 am (UTC)Cool. I'll text you again when I'm close.
[Between distance and dealing with letting various people know he's leaving one country and going to hang out in another for awhile, it takes Conner some time to fly over even if he's got super speed. That and he doesn't think causing random sonic booms just for what's pretty much a booty call is a good idea. But eventually he's flying over Midoriya's city and sending him a quick text. 'B there in 5'. And true to his text, about five minutes later someone rings Midoriya's doorbell. Kon's dressed more casually, leather jacket over a t-shirt and jeans and a backpack hanging off one shoulder while he waits for his friend to open the door.]
conner: "I've only got twelve dollars, Midoriya"
Date: 2018-11-07 06:04 pm (UTC)Five minutes til, Midoriya gives his apartment another once-over and then stares at himself in a mirror for a few moments. He doesn't look bad, he supposes. He doesn't look like he's dressed for a date but this isn't really... a date, even if he thinks it's probably not a terrible idea to ask if Kon wants to get dinner afterward. He could cook or order something in but he's not sure how often he gets to come to Japan.
Booty calls don't need to be good hosts, but still. Midoriya opens the door when the bell goes off and smiles up at the other hero, the door widening so he can pass. ]
Did you make it here alright?
Pretty much, yep
Date: 2018-11-08 12:11 am (UTC)When the door opens, Kon flashes his usual crooked grin.]
Flight was all good. Just the usual red tape stuff to deal with.
[He steps into the apartment, floating off the floor to pull his shoes off.]
I still don't know how ya manage to keep your place so clean. Hope I didn't keep ya waiting too long.
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Date: 2018-11-08 01:21 am (UTC)No, no, it's fine. Really.
[ He has visitors often enough it's never dirty but for once there isn't a pile of clothing being moved from bed, to another flat surface and back to the bed to avoid putting them away. Small blessings. ]
...How fast were you able to fly here? Where did you fly from?
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Date: 2018-11-08 05:05 am (UTC)I flew from San Francisco. California. And I flew pretty fast. Didn't break the sound barrier this time though. People get on my case for doin' that outside emergencies.
[He shrugs a bit, not bothered by it.]
What were you up to?
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Date: 2018-11-09 01:30 am (UTC)That's so fast, though. Hundreds of meters a second meaning that most distances would seem insignificant but it would be pretty loud, he figures. While Kon was invited here for other things, Midoriya's...not always the best at staying on track when given something like this. ]
You can break the sound barrier?
[ Closing and locking the door, Midoriya gestures to the slippers if he wants and toes his own on. ]
Nothing exciting, really. Can I get you something to drink?
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Date: 2018-11-10 01:12 am (UTC)[Kon's just going to puff his chest out a little. Glancing towards the slippers. Kon nods and slips his feet into them. After a moment he flashes that usual crooked grin of his.]
Naw, I'm good. You wanna hang out some or get right to what we were textin' about?