fatty tuna || izaya & delic
The man had only managed to get to his second piece when his name was called and attention brought upwards. The chair spun about, screeching against the floor and causing an irritating sound that almost ruined the raven’s good mood. Almost. The blond hair and insanely annoying features caught his attention quickly and it took much self control to keep himself from glaring. How dare Shizu-chan ruin this amazing moment with his horrid face. Didn’t he know that was just asking to be killed?
His hand was about to reach for the switchblade in his pocket when he noticed several things. One, this man didn’t have the same murderous intent. Two, Shizuo was never one to dress so ridiculously. Pink definitely wasn’t that manly of a colour; forget the bullshit that said manliness was wearing pink proudly. Lastly, he spoke entirely different. Although the most Izaya had heard from the blond he was so used to was his name being screamed, dragged out and echoed throughout Ikebukuro.
These thoughts passed rapidly through his head, and there was only a moment of hesitation before Izaya pointed his chop sticks in the other’s direction, a smirk with hidden intended murder spreading across his lips. "That’s called stalking." He said simply, flipping the sticks in his hand and jabbing them down into the tuna. It was hard to hide the anger that flared up at this man’s appearance, not only because he looked so much like the Shizu-chan he’s sworn to kill and hate, but because he joined with no real reason. Why come to the informant who could easily ruin a life at the snap of his fingers? It made no sense. No one came looking for Izaya unless they wanted something, and judging by his overall stance, the blond wanting nothing more then a meeting. Unheard of!
"I’m guessing experimentation, facial reconstruction or you’re trying out a new look Shizu-chan." The last came out as a mere slip of the tongue, but the raven took no notice of it, popping the ootoro he’d skewered into his mouth.
It took a lot of willpower not to start laughing at the first remark coming from the raven's mouth, was this him having a sense of humor or just a bit of luck at saying something remotely funny? "I prefer calling it 'apreciating from a distance'." He replied, even though there was not even an ounce of truth in there, but then again there had been no hint of a serious tone in the other's voice when he made said remark.
When the chopsticks were pointed at him, Delic barely even flinched, it wasn't until the same sticks were piercing through the fish did he squeeze an eye shut in slight horror, feeling sorry for the fish even though it was already dead. "You got it on the first one, though I have a name of my own, you know?" Well of course he didn't, otherwise it'd have been mentioned already.
"Name's Delic, and as much as I would love to try and start a scene, throwing public property isn't my favorite way to do so."
