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ooc: omg i’m so sorry for disappearing on y’all i got really busy at work and even (gasp) socially??? i promise i will be back by the end of next week when i will officially stop having friends for a bit so i can write this douchebag on the internet again. (if any of y’all wanna hmu to plot or whatevs in the meantime tho, pls feel free! i check back frequently even if i’m not posting <3)
alltheyoungpunk replied to your post:"Your hair is really damaged, I’m talking fucked...
It’s considerate of me, I’m looking out for you. Your bangs are kind of short, too.
Gee. Thanks.
Yeah, I know. I can see that, myself, with my own two eyes. Just so you know.
"You would be really cute if you didn’t talk or have a face."
“I won’t lie, I was with you up until the face part.”
❝ I have a very handsome face, and there’s nothing wrong with that.❞
[ text > smug info douchebag ]
okay. that’s great, and i’m happy for you but it’s 3am and how is this relevant to anything???
froslasz:
i did it
"Your hair is really damaged, I’m talking fucked at the ends. Not split-ends but like divorced-ends."
“So, like... Why are you inspecting my hair...? Is this not a little creepy to you?”
WILLAM BELLI SENTENCE STARTERS.
hauntiish:
❝ I need a nap and some dick. ❞ ❝ Emotions are for ugly people.❞ ❝ I won’t admit it, but I’ll silently agree. ❞ ❝ BFFL? Burger french fry lemonade? ❞ ❝ Your head looks like a croissant, I wanna smash it! ❞ ❝ Your tone seems very pointed right now. ❞ ❝ Pomegranate? Girl, it’s fuckin’ pink. ❞ ❝ That’s some shady shade! ❞ ❝ Rock, paper, fucked up! ❞ ❝ You little weird elven Kate Blanchett bitch. ❞ ❝ Girl, ‘forlorn’? That’s barely a word anymore. ❞ ❝ Bitch better not say ‘whence’. ❞ ❝ I can clock a weave from across a county, bitch! ❞ ❝ I’m just trying to get a window seat on the way to Hell. ❞ ❝ Your hair is really damaged, I’m talking fucked at the ends. Not split-ends but like divorced-ends. ❞ ❝ I wish your dog would bite your mouth off. ❞ ❝ ‘She’s got a lot of personality, guys love that.’ Yeah from behind. ❞ ❝ Hold on, let me look in my bag and see if I can find a fuck to give.❞ ❝ There are so many unanswered questions.This is like Prometheus. ❞ ❝ See ya at the flu shot line, bitch! ❞ ❝ I’m trying to bring attention to one of my favorite causes which is me. ❞ ❝ Eat a whole bowl of fucks. ❞ ❝ I have a very handsome face, and there’s nothing wrong with that.❞ ❝ You would be really cute if you didn’t talk or have a face. ❞ ❝ You put this on the internet? ❞ ❝ Sweet potato my ass! ❞ ❝ Never wear something you can’t run from someone in. ❞ ❝ -coughs- Oh fuck, this is how Les Mis started. ❞ ❝ If you’re not pretty, flaunting your wealth is all you have. ❞ ❝ You need to learn about six colors. Red, blue… and four more. ❞ ❝ And you’ll paint with all the colors of the hood! ❞ ❝ Look at those gums! It’s like a whole pack of juicy fruits! ❞ ❝ Redheads will die out by 2050, they’re a recessive gene. So get 'em while you can, and keep them under glass. ❞
alltheyoungpunk:
Really? You look kinda… okay, whatever, young man.
Well yeah, you’re not gonna arrest me now. Because of my points. But like, I’m just saying, I hear a lot about the police force being corrupt. You look a little too nervous to be corrupt, I guess, if that makes you feel better.
... Kinda what? Ugh! Don’t call me that either, it sounds mad creepy.
....................... Right. Well. Thanks, I think.
alltheyoungpunk:
Why are you bringing me down, old man?
There are murderers and crazies out there you cops could be chasing, I’m such a small fry compared to those freaks.
Old!? I’m not old.
... Did you miss the part where I’m not really going to arrest you? You kids and your persecution complexes, jeez.
alltheyoungpunk:
Isn’t that like a waste of police time?
Damn, you cops, you’re always wasting your time on guys like me. This is just like that time they tried to slap me with a drunk and disorderly for pulling down that Burger King sign. I was dismantling the monarchy, man.
Yeah, uh... I was kidding.
Dismantling the monarchy...? That’s... I’m pretty sure that’s just destruction of public property. But I mean... Both of those things are pretty illegal, probably, if that helps any.
bad company ;
clandestineking:
It wasn’t uncommon for clients to put on a pleasant face, but it was the people who elected to be completely upfront and honest that Izaya liked best. Simple curiosity and concern got boring so fast that it felt as though someone had passed out some sort of bizarre script. He wasn’t some private detective willing to locate old friends; didn’t people realize that an information broker might not be completely on the level?
Pushing Adachi was Izaya’s goal, but he knew better than to apply too much pressure. At the first sign of trouble he would back off, apologize once again if necessary, and do his job as requested. But already he had seen glimpses past the facade, and it was nothing but refreshing to glance through the window at the man’s true nature. If he could get him to drop all pretenses, things would run much more smoothly.
“You really don’t have to put on a show for me. I like this version of you better–what if you wanted updates? It’s a good question.”
A thoughtful look crossed over his features, as though he hadn’t quite come up with the answer just yet. Silence fell over them, the seconds stretching by impossibly long until finally the informant smiled once again. There was something just a little too easy about the expression, and yet it didn’t seemed forced. Oddly enough it suited him, lending to his childish air.
“Well, I suppose we can work something out. A weekly fee for as long as you’re interested. That shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right? But I want you to be honest with me, and I don’t want you to be afraid; I’m not going to sell your secrets. I do my best work when I have full cooperation, do you understand?”
The detective arched an eyebrow. Oh. Interesting. He paused for a moment before speaking again. “Really? Which version of me is that?”
Adachi turned his attention to the man in front of him - really turned his attention to him - for the first time since he’d stepped into this room. He wondered if he was being a little hasty, dismissing him as an annoyance. Possibly not; it was always plausible that this was more of him being annoying and nosy, but he did have to wonder what exactly he meant by that. Suddenly he felt a whole lot like he was being examined and it occurred to him that this might have been the case for a while before he’d cottoned on just now. Now that was annoying.
Although if that was the case then... Yeah, he’d have to hand it to him. He was pretty good. Maybe even worth scrutinising back. Well, at least, if he wasn’t super obnoxious in the next ten minutes or so.
And so he heard Izaya out - really listened this time, because he certainly didn’t feel like being caught off guard much again. Adachi shrugged; smiled. “That sounds fair.”
’I’m not going to sell your secrets’ - he found that hard to believe, coming from the mouth of someone who more or less made a living selling secrets. It wasn’t of a very much concern to Adachi in the first place. It wasn’t as if he intended to go spilling his life details to this guy anyway. But this whole emphasis on honesty was a little bit troubling. Obviously there was something that had piqued his curiosity. And whatever it was, Adachi was going to have to come up with a satisfying answer to it.
“What makes you think I’m not being honest?”
0rokamono:
Are you implying I’m a bad cat owner? Because of course I did, she did something bad, so I told her not to.
…..
Calm down, I wasn’t trying to call you a bad Cat-Mom.
0rokamono:
I chastised her, I just know she doesn’t know any better and you damn well should!!
Also shut up, I saved the kitten print for boxers that nobody of importance would see.
You’re just saying that now because you feel bad.
Oh, I see.
0rokamono:
You’re a human and an adult, you should know better. Also I seem to recall losing quite a few socks and finding them months later in your sock draw so…
Okay, if that’s how you justify this blatant discrimination.
I never stole those, you either left them or it was an accident. I don’t need little kittens on my feet, thanks.
0rokamono:
She pounced a pile of clean laundry that I hadn’t put away yet and it’s everywhere, I don’t want to pick it all up so she can do it again so it needs putting away. Also she steals socks and I left the draw open because I was rushing this morning. There are socks everywhere.
Add that to a tiny flat with an incredibly busy student living in it and the place is a dump.
If I did that you would kick me out, I’m just saying.
0rokamono:
d0keshi:
Woah, I take it all back. You must be exhausted from all of your hard work.
Nah, exhausted from work however, yeah. But I really don’t want to leave this mess for the cat to mess up some more.
How can the cat possibly cause that much chaos?
0rokamono:
d0keshi:
I see you’re being real productive.
Excuse you, I’ve tidied all of the dirty laundry off the couch!
Woah, I take it all back. You must be exhausted from all of your hard work.
