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007 ❃ Video
((The feed starts out very...GREEN!! Looks like someone left their communicator in the grass. Oh well. Guess we'll just have to enjoy the feed and NATURE for a little while. Guess it's the evening... Not much to see right now, you guys.But! Tune in. Sounds like things are indeed happening. The splashing of water faintly indicates where the feed originates. Occasionally the green wall of leaf is blown aside just slightly, showing off the shoreline and plain sky. You can guess it's a nice day out. Not sure why anyone would want to go swimming in this weather, or in THAT water. Crazy bastards, but isn't Discedo full of 'em.
More splashing; silence picks up. The leaf blocking your view rustles again, and a quick rush of the wind blows it momentarily out of the way.
While the scene was fleeting, anyone could rewind back and remind themselves that this is no joke. The pink haired doctor--Sakura, unsurprisingly--lays across the beach with her bodyguard over her. His mouth reaches down to touch hers. It's distant, but telling; the leaf replaces the scene almost immediately.
When it's finally blown out of the way again, some minutes later, she's sitting up, her arms swung around his neck. Shizuo is just then finding his way through this hug.))
((ooc; Backdated to the evening of the 16th over Shizuo's feed. They won't be responding to any messages until the next day (the 17th), MEANING by the time they say anything to anybody, they're caught up in the middle of Truth or Dare!!! Additionally, Sakura and Shizuo were in the hospital that evening, rather than returning home. Housemates should have gotten a message about not showing up. Here's a log if anyone cares for details HAHA.
BTW, for the event: Sakura is lies and obedience, Shizuo is lies and disobedience.))
More splashing; silence picks up. The leaf blocking your view rustles again, and a quick rush of the wind blows it momentarily out of the way.
While the scene was fleeting, anyone could rewind back and remind themselves that this is no joke. The pink haired doctor--Sakura, unsurprisingly--lays across the beach with her bodyguard over her. His mouth reaches down to touch hers. It's distant, but telling; the leaf replaces the scene almost immediately.
When it's finally blown out of the way again, some minutes later, she's sitting up, her arms swung around his neck. Shizuo is just then finding his way through this hug.))
((ooc; Backdated to the evening of the 16th over Shizuo's feed. They won't be responding to any messages until the next day (the 17th), MEANING by the time they say anything to anybody, they're caught up in the middle of Truth or Dare!!! Additionally, Sakura and Shizuo were in the hospital that evening, rather than returning home. Housemates should have gotten a message about not showing up. Here's a log if anyone cares for details HAHA.
BTW, for the event: Sakura is lies and obedience, Shizuo is lies and disobedience.))
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They're Izaya's hands, of course they don't feel good. They're not supposed to. But they do. No one has touched him in this way. The way they'd touched earlier. His body feels cold now and he wonders if it's because another body is absent. Shizuo's fingers move to feel the makeshift bandage made out of his shirt and he sighs. ]
Walk me home, I want you to. Follow me, 'cause if you end up in my apartment, I won't kill you. [ He stares down at the flea, appreciating the fact that his height gives the air of hostility automatically. He's tired. It's been a long couple of days. He just wants to sleep. And think. He needs to think over many, many things.
He turns and walks off down the street, hand ruffling his hair, not even realizing he did order Izaya around. ]
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Too late for that now.]
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[Izaya mutters under his breath as he quickly grabs his jacket before falling into step with the blond. Both look ragged, tired, with far more wounds littered across their body than there should be. The redness on Izaya's cheek had dulled and now only the bruise remained. There were also fingerprints upon his neck, a marking of the strangling that could not be completed.
As he walks Izaya remains silent, letting Shizuo dwell within his own thoughts. Cautiously a hand reaches up to gently press the bruise on his cheek before a flinch forces him to stop.
At least the pain prevented his body from feeling numb.]
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He does nothing to stop him. Frankly, he doesn't trust his own voice now, since he said some things he can never take back and that frightens him to no end. Instead, he just speeds his walking pace, long legs pulling him quickly ahead of Izaya
They reach his apartment complex in no time and he slips inside, only looking back once. ]
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[ He scowls, standing on the first stair, making him that much taller. Sighing heavily, irritatedly, he ruffles his hair again, seemingly unaware that he's bleeding through his t-shirt. ]
So don't stay here.
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I SAID COME IN!
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FUCK.
OH DEAR
What did I say about not talking?
[Using Shizuo's own body as a balance, the informant wiggled his way in between the blonds frame and that of the doorway to get inside of the apartment.]
When can I leave then?
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O-OI, YOU- [ He stops himself from saying anything. He doesn't want Izaya messing with his stuff.
Not that he has much of anything... the apartment is pretty desolate. It's lonely, even though he has Hong Kong next door to him. At least he had possessions back home. Here it's just a closet with two suits and a bundle of random clothing he has found.
The fridge is almost barren too. It's the first place he goes, despite his injury, though he has no milk to calm him down. Only peanut butter and some saltine crackers. ]
Can't you decide that for yourself? I want to make decisions for you. I want you here. [ The scowl says opposite. ]
I don't wish it was now.
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If you're that eager to get rid of me, then just wait a little while.
[It was hard to tell if the yawn Izaya gave was fake or genuine]
So long as you don't tell me to spend the night here I should be able to leave soon.
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FUCK. THIS ISN'T ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!
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With a sigh the informant stands to approach him, eyes tired and body worn from their earlier fighting.]
Fine.
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But you have to sleep on the floor since the bed is mine and I'm not sharing.
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[ Is all he can manage. He doesn't give a shit anyway. He'll totally sleep on the floor. Fuck it.
That's definitely... where he's...
Sleeping... ]
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[Shizuo half stomps back over to the bed and begins to push at the male]
The bed is mine!
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...why don't you just die, Shizu-chan..?
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[ Shizuo sits up and rolls him off his body, hopefully onto the floor. He knows for a fact that now there's not much he can do in this situation. It seems like his residence on the bed is permanent, because his ass is glued to the sheets.
There is no fucking way he's letting Izaya have his bed. ]
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[ By that he clearly meant beating the shit out of him, but he slowly remembers what they did after that. He makes a grossed out face. ]
I don't mean crushin' your head into a brick wall.
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Oh~?
[Blatantly ignoring the fact that he knows Shizuo can only say what he doesn't mean the informant leans forward]
3/? HEHEHEHEHE
[Slowly, as if to only further tease the ex-bodyguard, Izaya makes his way close to Shizuo again. One hand rises and he pushes Shizuo back down upon the bed with what little strength he had so that the raven can crawl over him]
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[Izaya ducked his head low, breath ghosting over Shizuo's own lips, while one of the informant's hands slid up to brush a finger against Shizuo's cheek. He was now sitting upon the blond's lower stomach, body curved so that elbows rested against the bed as a type of support system, while the raven continued to grin that Cheshire smile of his.]
Or could it be that you wanted more than just kissing?
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1/2 EXCUSE ME WHILE I-
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NOTHING TO SEE HERE LALALA