Great Room, Laundry Room

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[Mikami would like to think that, at worst, he looks like a businessman on business in an unfamiliar part of town holding a map in hand and referencing it against everything he sees. Maybe at best he'd look like a building inspector, checking that everything were up to code. He does have a blank, serious-by-default expression in place as he steps out from the south bedroom hallway with that introductory piece of paper in hand. Shame the baggy, pukey-sea foam green Japanese prison outfit kind of dashes either of those images and just makes him look like a particularly leisurely burglar.

That his first destination is that south east corner to stare up at the camera the map says is in place--yup, that's a camera all right--really doesn't help with that.

Eventually, if he gets through peering at the camera without being deferred, his goal will be the laundry room to check on that obviously suspicious blue door on the map.

As soon as he sees the clothing in that laundry room, he'll be changing on the spot out of that prison uniform and into the suit hanging there--his suit, damn it. In his defense, Mikami never was a fan of sit-coms and hasn't watched anime since his age hit the double digits, so the potential for any of those supposed others mentioned in the letter walking in on such a thing hasn't crossed his mind.

He also thinks nothing of nabbing Light's second outfit to bring with him after changing. It's about his size.

....Hell, beggars can't be choosers, he'll take L's too.]



[OOC: Feel free to initiate interactions at any stage of the above narrative. Also feel free to thread-jack for three-four-five-whateverway threads.]

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[andeatit]

[He's dressed in his own sleeping clothes, so he might be forgiven for thinking he wore the jeans. That was, if the expensive hair style, if the otherwise groomed appearance didn't give it away.

He won't say what the white shirt and jeans mean, if it could even mean that, but that's not what he plans on wearing.]

The suit is mine. I wouldn't mind lending it out if I had other clothing, but since I would be stuck in this, I'll be needing it to change.

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[Holding in a sigh, Mikami takes hold of the relevant hangers and offers the lot of it out with a stiff arm. In an undisguised pique, his stare remains fixated on Light's face.]

[andeatit]

Thank you.

[He accepts the clothing and steps aside.] Since you were leaving anyway, if you don't mind stepping aside, I'll get changed in the room.

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[For a few seconds Mikami remains silent and unmoving, as if Light had said something suspicious. Finally that affront reaches a peak and he turns, hanging up the other clothes he'd taken--namely, L's. But at least he leaves without any real argument or fuss, as well as without a word.]

[andeatit]

[Stepping inside, he would close the door and begin his own business. He had met his first housemate, and it could have gone better, but he could hardly give up his clothing.]