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67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
(So I'll know where to take you, if it ever happens 👼🏼)
Oh stop you big flirt 😘
I really love to just talk and get to know how someone thinks, what they believe, what they enjoy. Nerd out and just figure out what we have in common. So maybe a nice wander around somewhere, have a drink or two, lay down on a nice hill and look at the night sky and stay up way too late rambling on
TBAGG era: yeah this song is about how capitalism and greed poisoned the western vision and American dream, and now we're all just selfish individuals. this one is about how technology - while necessary - has become far too overreaching and now we're stuck being slaves to our screens and-
starcatcher era: dis ones ab my sparkly outfits :3
Some of y'all seem allergic to fun. 😭
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Seclusion Day Nine
“I set up the balcony,” Izaya announced as he stepped inside.
“Come help me finish the bentos, then,” Shiki responded from the kitchen. “Mizuki should be back soon with the beer.”
Izaya sauntered over, peering over Shiki’s shoulder as he made onigiri. “What do you want me to do?” He asked as his fingers drifted toward the plate of tamago.
Shiki smacked his hand then pointed to the wok. “The karaage and tempura need to be fried.”
Izaya gave a mock gasp. “You’re trusting me with hot oil?”
“Do try not to burn yourself.”
“I think I can manage.” Izaya began battering and frying the marinated chicken. “Is that everything?”
“I believe so. The karaage and tempura were last on” Shiki surveyed the various dishes of bite-sized foods he had prepared. “I may have made too much, in fact.”
Izaya gasped. “Never!” He stole a piece of pickled daikon while Shiki was distracted plating the onigiri. As Shiki carried the plates toward the balcony, Akabayashi returned.
“I smell karaage.” He announced as he kicked off his shoes and entered the kitchen. He put the case of beer on the bar then sat a fancy pastry box beside it. Izaya arched a brow.
“Dessert?” He inquired as he drained the last of the chicken and switched to the vegetables.
“Yeah, there’s a bakery just up the street that’s still open. I stopped in on the way to the liquor store and asked them if they’d make us a special box. Picked it up on the way back.”
Izaya narrowed his eyes in thought. “Oh! I know the one. They have a cafe beside them, right?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“They bake for the cafe. Sometimes I grab breakfast there… Well, I did before they closed. I’m glad the bakery is still able to stay open.”
“They told me the cafe is still offering takeout, just no dine-in.”
“Dessert?” Shiki repeated Izaya’s question as he returned for another armful of plates. “Bring it out to the balcony.”
“The balcony?” Akabayashi followed Shiki with the beer and pastries, curious. Stepping out onto Shiki’s relatively spacious balcony, he saw that Izaya had managed to cover the space in blankets and pillows. A small space heater had been set up and small paper lanterns had been strung along the railing. “Huh. Cozy.”
Shiki chuckled. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Izaya, it’s that when he gets an idea in his head, he puts everything into it.”
“I can see that. It’s just hanami, though. And the three of us.”
Izaya appeared with the plates of karaage and tempura. “That’s all the food. Do we need to bother with plates?”
Shiki took the plates from the raven and set them down with the rest. “I don’t think so.”
Akabayashi settled onto the blanket, propping himself up on a stack of pillows. “Nah, no need.” He reached for a bottle of beer, twisting off the top. Shiki and Izaya settled together, each taking a bottle as well.
“Not how I imagined I’d be doing a cherry blossom viewing,” Akabayashi observed, turning his gaze to the trees that lined the street below Shiki’s apartment. “Guess it’s lucky you even get this much of a view.”
“It would be nicer if we could go to one of the parks,” Izaya mused. “But I wouldn’t even get this much of a view at my place. Too high up.”
“Definitely the strangest one I’ve ever attended.” Shiki raised his bottle slightly. “Kanpai.”
The other two echoed him, clinking their bottles together. They set in on the food Shiki had prepared, Izaya eating like he was half-starved as usual while Shiki and Akabayashi enjoyed the food at a more relaxed pace.
“Does he always eat like that?” Akabayashi asked with amusement.
“Yep,” Shiki answered. “One of the unsolved mysteries of Orihara Izaya. How does he manage to consume ten times as much food as everyone else and still manage to look like he lives on a diet of lettuce and water.”
“I work out.” Izaya pointed out with a smirk that faltered. “Well. I was working out. I may need to figure out an alternative.” Then he shifted his gaze to Shiki, his grin turning wicked. “I can think of one way to work out…”
Akabayashi snorted. “I bet. You’re fine to go jogging alone. Or doing your parkour shit around the city. I don’t imagine you run into many people jumping around like that.”
Izaya chuckled. “No, I don’t. Maybe I’ll take up yoga. Then I won’t have to leave the apartment at all.”
Shiki gave Izaya a considering look. “Preferable to having to explain to my neighbours why you keep climbing the balconies.”
“You actually talk to your neighbours?” Izaya gasped and Akabayashi chuckled.
“Not when I can avoid it. There is an older lady a few doors down who seems set on talking to me every chance she gets, however. She seems to be the building gossip.”
“I think I met her in the elevator the other day.” Akabayashi grinned. “She told me I looked like a no-good thug and asked if I worked for you.”
“Sounds about right,” Izaya replied with a snicker. “You weren’t exactly looking your usually well-groomed self.”
“Not like I was going anywhere important.” Akabayashi defended with a shrug. “Did you expect me to put on a suit just to bring you some paperwork?”
“No, but maybe comb your hair,” Shiki added with a hint of a smile. “And shave. Unless you wanted to get mistaken for a street thug?”
Akabayashi chuckled. “It’s where I started. I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Isn’t that technically where all yakuza start?” Izaya pointed out.
“I’d say most but not necessarily all.” Shiki shook his head. “Especially with the way business has changed for us.”
“Haruya’s right. Depends on the family, too. If you’re doing the kind of jobs Aozaki’s boys do, looking like a thug is perfect. If you’re doing Haruya’s job, not so great.”
“Are you saying he doesn’t look like a yakuza thug?” Izaya asked with a snicker.
“Nah, he’s got more of a ruthless businessman air to him.”
“That’s because I am a ruthless businessman,” Shiki replied. “And why I’m in charge of the galleries.”
“And Mizuki’s in charge of the ladies cause he’s secretly a softie,” Izaya added with a smirk.
“Softie?” Akabayashi arched a brow.
“With the ladies. They talk about how nice you are. How you make sure they’re taken care of when other bosses wouldn’t give a shit.”
“That’s just good business.” Shiki and Izaya exchanged amused looks. “Nothing wrong with looking out for them.”’
“Not at all. It is good for business.” Shiki replied.
“Is that why you didn’t want to join the Awakusu back when Kine recruited you?” Akabayashi asked Izaya as he reached for the pastry box, opening it up to reveal an assortment of bite-sized treats.
“At the time that was definitely part of the reason. I also didn’t want to limit my potential client list. If I was part of a family, it would have been a lot harder to build my business. My less… criminal customers wouldn’t want to deal with the yakuza.”
“If you’re talking about the political types I wouldn’t call them less criminal.” Akabayashi laughed.
“Maybe not. Some of the things I’ve had to investigate for those types of people…” Izaya shook his head. “I’d rather work with the yakuza who tend to be honest about their business, even if it’s illegal.”
“The real question is how Haruya managed to skip the thug stage of being yakuza.” They turned their gazes on Shiki.
“I made sure Dougen was aware of my skills.”
“Vague.” Akabayashi snorted.
“Mysterious,” Izaya teased. “Haruya likes to keep his secrets.”
“Not everyone feels the need to share their life story,” Shiki responded as he took a pastry.
“It’s probably super boring anyway.” Izaya surmised with a grin.
“Probably wrote Dougen an essay.” Akabayashi joked.
Shiki snorted. “Hardly. I still had to prove myself like anyone else. I just didn’t start with shitty errand jobs and threatening people.”
“Gotta admit, you’re good at what you do.” Akabayashi acknowledged, tilting his bottle in Shiki’s direction. “So’s the little weasel.”
“Weasel?!” Izaya objected, offended. “Of all the things you could compare me to, why on earth would you choose an ugly, smelly rodent?”
“You’re right. Snake is probably a better fit.”
Izaya grinned. “I’ll accept that one.”
“Good to know that we all excel at being criminals,” Shiki added with a hint of a smile.
“Better than being boring salarymen.” Akabayashi countered with a grin.
“I can drink to that.” Izaya agreed, raising his bottle. They clinked together again, laughing and taking sips.
“Certainly the strangest hanami I’ve ever done.” Akabayashi mused.
“One I doubt any of us will forget,” Shiki observed.
“Indeed,” Izaya agreed.
I don't know who on the design team decided that Troy needed tattoos that trail right down to his literal d i ck but I'm glad the decision went through.
Card Game..
Continued RP from HERE
Aria pauses for a moment as if she is contemplating before she finally speaks moving her cards around in her hand a bit, “Hm..pocket dimension perhaps. It has never been fully explained. And time and space seems to not follow any true laws there. Kind of reminds me of the void, but it isn’t. Also if you have ever been to the caverns of time. It has a bit of that feel too. It can only be accessed by magical means. One time use tokens created by the owner, or be spelled in by those given the ability to do so. Residents like myself though can come and go freely using connected objects spelled to allow us to return either to the courtyard or our room. We are however warned not to bring anybody without of course using an appropriate method. I have seen a few try to brute force their way in.” She shudders slightly, “Let’s just say really bad idea.”
She looks down at her cards and then across at her companion, “Sorry got a bit rambling there. I tend to do that at times. Feel free to shut me up if necessary. Ironically I was once quite quiet and shy.” She picks up a card to lay down upon the pile, “I do hope I am playing this right. Though to be honest it is nice just having your company. It has been a while since I did something so simple as play cards and just carry on a conversation.”
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