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discedo2012-09-18 04:43 pm
shortestfuse) wrote in discedo2012-09-18 04:43 pm
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05 [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO/ACTION]
[ VIDEO ]
[ 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?!
[ ACTION ]
[ 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?!
[ ACTION ]
[ 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. ]
[Video]
[Video]
[That name sounded familiar...hey wait a minute!]
Hey, are you really tall with blond hair?
[Video]
:/ Better than expected, okay yes good. ]
Yeah.
[Video]
[She'll figure out that he has no memory of it later.]
[Video]
[ Or right now.
Oh god, did he forget someone's name again?
And in this case, a whole piggyback ride? ]
What're you talkin' about.
[Video]
Oh...you must've lost your memory from it. It's ok, it happens a lot.
[Video]
[Video]
[Video]
...
Sorry, my memory's pretty bad.
[Video]
It's alright, it's not your fault. Sometimes it happens to people.
[Video]