#atramentxus

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It looks like a certain info broker (atramentxus) and his secretary (malignxnt) are becoming something more than boss and employee. Not very appropriate for the workplace don't you think?

BREAKING NEWS!

ANONYMOUS SOURCE SAYS THAT @atramentxus AND @malignxnt ARE NOW MORE THAN EMPLOYER AND EMPLOYEE, @malignxnt BECOMES @atramentxus‘S BOOKIE AND IS TAKING HIS BETS ON HORSE RACES DURING OFFICE HOURS

“SHE REALLY RIDES ME HARD FOR THE CASH,” SAYS @atramentxus

[malignxnt]

♔;; I Z A Y A:

                              (. SEND  ♣︎ || ACCEPTING!! .)

              ❝I can’t remember                             to forget you.❞

            ❝Probably because I leave too good of an               impression for anyone to even forget me.❞

In the end, Namie was just as vain as he was.

[huskiinbee-blog]

|| atramentxus has been summoned

       ❝ CORRECT ME if I am wrong, but you have gone through such lengths to                barge in on our HARVEST, && now you won’t even help us with some minor                tasks as CARVING PUMPKINS? well, your offense may not be severe, but our                little town PRIDES itself on having a functioning system of justice, && seeing as                you have been found GUILTY, as declared by the POTTSFIELD CHAMBER OF                COMMERCE, we simply cannot let you  l e a v e  so easily. ❞

[malignxnt]

&&. atramentxus liked this for a starter.

Tired eyes watched the city. Fingers drumming on the table she sat at, her other hand held a coffee she had bought. Seiji was in school and she couldn’t keep an eye on her precious brother then. A sigh left her lips as she leaned back on metal chair, slightly uncomfortable, but nothing too terrible. She hated to admit it but-

                          Namie Yagiri was bored.

She wasn’t just bored with today. She was bored nearly every day. Oh, she didn’t have a job currently. Due to saving money from her previous job, which paid quite nicely, Namie did not need a job currently. It had been two years since the incident and she was still living comfortably. However, she knew she would soon need a job, because that money could only have lasted so long, and she needed something to do. Oh, she had done some jobs between her last job and now. Yet, Namie did not last very long, quitting usually before a month passed. She thought highly of herself and she would not do fools’ work and be given fools’ pay. The last time she had done such a job, it was under certain circumstances, and it paid very well. She gave another sigh, this time it sounded more annoyed, as she thought of a certain man she did not want to think about-

                          Izaya Orihara.

He was awful. In fact, he was probably one of the vilest people she had ever met, and she worked with people who had no moral objectification to human experimentation.  Yet, he did technically save her ass, as much as Namie did not want to admit. He gave her a job and protected her from the police. Often times, it was horrifically boring work but the amount of digits on her paycheck at the end of each week made her turn the other cheek. Yet, there were times when her job was quite interesting. However, those were the times when she witnessed her boss at his worst. Grinning and snickering like a slime ball while he watched people around him suffer. She sometimes couldn’t stand watching such an awful person sign her paycheck, but she had no room to judge. She was just as awful as he was but in her own different ways. 

                          It had been two years since the fire and his death.

He was gone and Namie had to admit, she felt nothing at the news. Perhaps a little remorse because she was never going to get a paycheck like that so easily ever again. He had it coming to him. To be quite honest, she considered herself lucky to not have been caught in that fire. However, despite how terrible he was, there was a small part of her that did miss him and the bit of interest he would add to her life time and time again. That realization alone made her feel pretty shitty and she never felt shitty for doing anything else in her life.  

[goldengeneral]

atramentxus

Continuation from here:

      Getting to meet Izaya after such a long time made Masaomi feel many conflicting emotions. There was sadness, slight happiness, uncertainty, relief, insecurity, joy and anxiety among them and the blond wasn’t even aware of most of them, he just felt... quite nauseous for some reason.

      In reality, it was not the raven’s presence that caused the nauseating feeling though, it was just that the young didn’t really know what he was supposed to feel and what would happen now that he knew Izaya was truly alive. 

      “ There were no tears.... for a really long time. And it was so weird, really. I felt bad, so I decided to cry. And Mikado followed.”

      Masaomi tried to say that as a matter of fact, without any emotion put into his tone, yet as emotional as he was, he couldn’t prevent sadness to creep into his voice, making the statement be uttered in a shaky voice.

      The truth was that he actually felt pity. While he liked to claim that he hated the informant, he thought that what actually happened to him was quite unfair. And despite what Izaya did to him and other people, he would never wish him dead.