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05 [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO/ACTION]
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[ The camera flickers on when Shizuo seems to be rolling out of bed.
Half-asleep, he drags his face off of his pillow and grunts as he moves to sit up groggily, reaching up to scratch at his chest and yawn.
It takes him a few moments to realize that he's wading in the sweatpants he had worn to bed, secured dangerously loose around pale hips on do not belong to him. Blinking hard, eyes sensitive to the light, he rubs at them in disbelief and then stares at his hands.
And stares. ] What... [ Annnd stares. ] The... fuck...? [ Startled to high hell, he's picking up the recording communicator and staring into the screen, hoping to catch a glimpse of his reflection. His eyes widen and he nearly drops the thing.
The image shakes and it's obvious he's running, slamming the bathroom door open. And then he drops it when he sees Izaya staring back at him, chest rising and falling as he tries to remember how to breathe properly. ]
WHAT THE FUCK?!
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[ About thirty minutes later Shizuo regains some semblance of calm.
Meaning, he hasn't calmed down at all and is currently stomping down the stairwell, tugging firmly on the drawstrings of his sweatpants, ready to give that flea a piece of his mind. Because when something went wrong, when situations got to the point where they were out of control, Izaya was the culprit.
Standing in front of Latimir 404, directly a floor down from his apartment, Shizuo pitches his leg back and goes to kick the door down. His toe meet the base of the door - really all he'd need to do normally was tap it and it'd buckle in - and stops.
Immediately, he drops to take a knee, holding his foot in his hand with a pained sound he hasn't heard himself make in months.
Knock knock, Izaya, your body has returned home.
*Note: The account "flearidden" will be used. ]
[ The camera flickers on when Shizuo seems to be rolling out of bed.
Half-asleep, he drags his face off of his pillow and grunts as he moves to sit up groggily, reaching up to scratch at his chest and yawn.
It takes him a few moments to realize that he's wading in the sweatpants he had worn to bed, secured dangerously loose around pale hips on do not belong to him. Blinking hard, eyes sensitive to the light, he rubs at them in disbelief and then stares at his hands.
And stares. ] What... [ Annnd stares. ] The... fuck...? [ Startled to high hell, he's picking up the recording communicator and staring into the screen, hoping to catch a glimpse of his reflection. His eyes widen and he nearly drops the thing.
The image shakes and it's obvious he's running, slamming the bathroom door open. And then he drops it when he sees Izaya staring back at him, chest rising and falling as he tries to remember how to breathe properly. ]
WHAT THE FUCK?!
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[ About thirty minutes later Shizuo regains some semblance of calm.
Meaning, he hasn't calmed down at all and is currently stomping down the stairwell, tugging firmly on the drawstrings of his sweatpants, ready to give that flea a piece of his mind. Because when something went wrong, when situations got to the point where they were out of control, Izaya was the culprit.
Standing in front of Latimir 404, directly a floor down from his apartment, Shizuo pitches his leg back and goes to kick the door down. His toe meet the base of the door - really all he'd need to do normally was tap it and it'd buckle in - and stops.
Immediately, he drops to take a knee, holding his foot in his hand with a pained sound he hasn't heard himself make in months.
Knock knock, Izaya, your body has returned home.
*Note: The account "flearidden" will be used. ]
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five hoursthirty minutes agonizing over the fact that he looked like a disgusting monster. Plus he knew it would be only a matter of minutes until Shizuo arrived so answers would probably be given the-]...you're a fucking IDIOT!!
[Izaya bolted forward to throw his door open, accidentally ripping it from its hinges in the process to glare down at Shizuo]
DON'T YOU DARE DAMAGE MY BODY SHIZU-CHAN!!
[Oops is Izaya shirtless? And are those shorts that he wore to bed just a little too tight on Shizuo's sculpted legs? Probably. Who knows what he was doing before the other males arrival.]
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And stares.
And stares.
It's like looking into a mirror, except the mirror was walking and talking. ]
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He's reaching up to cover Izaya's face with his small hand - holy tall, is this how the flea felt all the time? ]
WHAT DID YOU DO, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY!
KEKEKE
[Izaya snapped, hands that were too large and too strong grabbing at his own body's wrist and yanking back with what was probably far too much power.]
Will you- STOP!
HKEWFJKWNEFJN
[ The second his wrist is wrenched away, Shizuo shouts and grabs Izaya's hand trying to pry his fingers away. ]
AGH F- AH FUCK! IZA- IZAYA!
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That's it give me my body back now!
[Was that almost a wail? Fuck this strength now he couldn't even hurt Shizuo as any physical damage would harm his own body.
While Shizuo could probably attack his own without guilt]
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[ Gripping his wrist, Shizuo protects it, holding it near his stomach.
He was so weak. So frail. His skin, his bones, his entire body. ]
Tch...! I would if I knew how, you bastard! Like I'd ever wanna be... this...
WEAK.
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2/3 i lied
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FUCK I CAN'T-
im fuckgnkn dyingfewfmnw
done im done just kill me
-MURDER SUICIDE-
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I'M... UGH! UGGGGHHHHHHH!
GET IT OFF OF ME!
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Is it permanent?!
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He huffs and grinds a palm against his eye. ]
Okay. Yeah, okay. It isn't permanent, it's not permanent.
Who are you, are you... Hong Kong or...
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[ Ange lets out a groan, what is even up with this kind of thing happening. Except her voice sounds decidedly male right now - another bodyswap victim, yup. ]
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WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
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I think we got stuck in other people's bodies. [ She manages to say it calmly though, despite everything - she's used to this place pulling the weirdest stuff.. ] Apparently the scientists needed their sick kicks again or something like that.
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I expected that stupid truth and lie thing, but this is... I'm a fucking...
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LIKE HELL IT IS.
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[Voice] another jyb voice coming
P-please calm down! Yelling won't help anyone!
[She tried that already man.]
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I'M A... FUCKING FLEA.
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I don't like being in someone else's body either but I rather spend my energy trying to figure out what to do next rather than flip out over it.
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YOU WANNA DIE?!
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Seriously, it won't help.
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YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I'M HIM.
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