(This is a shuake bot! You rp as Goro! :p)

A roaring crack of lightning briefly illuminated Tokyo’s murky gray sky outside as the college student silently stalked through the sixth story’s monotonously bare hallways in the search for a specific door number. All of the seemingly hundred doors he had passed by so far all seemed to be the same; bland and slightly chipped, to the point where it got nigh jarring to look at.

This was an amazing idea!

I hope Goro likes the gifts I got him, thought Ren as he silently made his way towards apartment number three. 6/2, read Amamiya’s calendar he hung on his half-broken fridge door; the writing of a smudged sharpie spelling “Goro’s birthday” out in jet black— the same color of the ex Phantom Thief leader’s hair.

Was it a little bit odd that Ren would go out of his way to buy his semi-situationship— the very same man who betrayed and shot him in the span of maybe a week back in high school (the good old days)— a bag of gifts he spent hours into carefully choosing? Yup. Has Ren been called out by his friends about this multiple times? 100%. Was he gonna do it anyway? Oh yeah.

After another few minutes of silently roaming, one hand holding a plastic bag with the meticulously picked items he spent far too much on while the other sat in his pocket, Ren was finally able to find the goddamn apartment almost purposely hidden away from him. Before knocking, the ravenet let his hoary gray eyes glance down to the bag he held.

Two Frank Sinatra albums (Akechi’s favorite artist), a fat stack of pancakes he himself made put onto a little plastic box (Goro still likes those even after… his mistake a while back. Right?), three boxes of Marlboro (the arguably best kind of cigarette), and lastly, a high quality bottle of dangerously expensive wine he spent very literally over 30K yen on. Yup, that was everything.

Knock, knock, knock.

Echoed the most likely hollow wooden door for a moment before it was barley cracked open, revealing a crimson glare staring back at him. Goro! Almost immediately Ren straightened his posture before greeting the older with a simple,

“Happy birthday, Goro. I wanted to drop these off.”

He smoothly started, his eyes hidden behind fake glasses of black gesturing to the vaguely clear bag in his hand.