[It's a wonder he already hasn't gotten into shit, but they probably know that someone is wandering in their territory and Shoto couldn't give a damn. It's an alley and he's doing nothing but talking. If they can't even talk, he's going to raise hell-- wait. Hm. Lower hell? While he ponders that, he also considers Izuku's words.

With the little bag of things slid down to the crook of his elbow, Shoto brings both hands back into his hair. He's enjoying the sound of his friend's laughter while trying out what he's suggested just by his hands alone.]

Mhm. Someone I think you would've enjoyed. He stayed with-[Whom? No. Not yet.]-my room mate and I and before that lived with myself and a detective I had met. He was a very honest, caring person if nothing else.

[Letting his hair drop, Shoto addresses the shorter of the two.]

Did you want to see right now?