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d0keshi replied to your post: Emotions are for ugly people.

First of all, what did I ever do to you to deserve such cruelty? Second of all it’s Detective Adachi, here to arrest you for being a huge jerk.

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.

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Emotions are for ugly people.

“You must be one sensitive son-of-a-bitch, then…

“...Who are you?”

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d0keshi replied to your post:I might have just spent the last half an hour...

I can’t believe you ignored me for like 8 years to talk to a cat.

I sent the last message you ass!

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I let you back in my life and you reward my generosity by sending me Thomas The Tank Engine and Biggie Smalls mashups? What the fuck Adachi.

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bad company ;

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There was always some danger involved when one invited a stranger inside, but such a risk came with the territory. An information broker had to open his home to clients that were unwilling to meet in public places. Not only that, but those seeking his help needed some manner of comfort; and what was more pleasant than warm tea and a comfortable place to sit?

Before meeting with new clients, Izaya always scoured the internet for information. Knowing who he was about to meet was important, and if things ended up sounding just a bit too suspicious, canceling was of no concern to him. The city was crawling with men and women who would do him harm; why should it bother him to have made another enemy? His own safety came first--even if he did thrive on the possibility danger and uncertainty.

His current interest seemed to be of little consequence, and yet there was a definite oddity lurking in his past. A curious little detective who had returned to the city after a sudden transfer (the file was frustratingly vague, but it seemed as though he’d somehow royally screwed something up). And then, only a short time later, he had gotten involved in an unsolved murder case. It wasn’t exactly the more bizarre thing to have ever happened, but it was enough to garner interest. Everything felt just slightly off; like coming home and finding your favorite chair two inches to the left.

It was odd; but it wasn’t a pressing issue.

Since the man posed no outstanding threat, Izaya was content to keep their meeting. He even went so far as to have tea steeping when the buzzer sounded, planning everything down to the very last detail. That was all part of being a gracious host, wasn’t it? He couldn’t leave his newest contact feeling awkward.

Smiling, Izaya pulled open the door and made a motion for the detective to enter. The penthouse apartment was just a bit too large for a man living on his own, and absolutely spotless; despite the aroma of tea hanging in the air, there was a distinct coldness, an odd sort of feeling that only the most intuitive would be able to pick up. The sensation hardly came from the room itself, though--perhaps it was just the man who inhabited such a space instead.