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'I want the k'
Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number
20. Any of the above
21. And then there’s tongue
“Why do I have to do this, anyway…?” Masaomi shook his head. “Just close your eyes and open your mouth.” He grabbed Izaya’s face with both of his hands and kissed him, shoving his tongue inside the man’s mouth. He didn’t particularly want to kiss Izaya, but he still felt the need to show his abilities, so he took it seriously, kissing him deeply.
informantorihara It was a day like any other one. Almost. The only difference was that he didn't see Tokyo for quite a long time, but he was finally there, enjoying walking through crowds of people. The only negative thing was that he headed to Izaya's office, going for instructions for his new task. Yes, he worked for Izaya now, the fact that he was away from Tokyo for a few weeks was also because he sent him there. He sighed. What was the point anyway? It's not like he did anything important in a small town he was sent to. He continued to walk with his thoughts and finally he stood in front of Izaya's apartment, ringing the doorbell.
Secrets (Closed rp w/ informantorihara)
Kida leaned against the alley wall as he clicked out one final message to one of his gang members. They had been having more and more trouble with smaller gangs around Ikebukero and were finally starting to get annoyed by it all.
He sighed and leaned his head back against the cool brick; it looked like he needed to make another visit to Izaya. As much as he hated the idea the broker was good at what he did and right now was exactly what Kida needed.
After a few more minutes of simply collecting his thoughts the blond flipped his phone back open and speed dial 7. he put the phone up to his ear and waited for Izaya's voice to cut off the dial tone.
Strongest and Informant // Shizuo + Izaya
”Didn’t I TELL you to stay OUT of IKEBUKURO???”
He snarled deadly as he gave the informant a deadly smirk to go along with it. He removed the blue shades from his face to reveal his dilated brown orbs he called eyes. His blood was no longer at a calm, but boiling over and through out his body making an unbearable heat called anger.
He put his hand up to his head. “Oh no is it such a crime to visit my favorite monster~?” He stepped closer and gave a huge sweet grin before laughing.
informantorihara
"Heh, gives me a perfect opportunity to squish you for good, flea..."
Shizuo states with a snarl as he tosses his cigarette to the side, stepping closer to the informant. How would this battle turn out, but hell if he cared. He wanted that ugly face to be smashed right into the pavement in front of him. He reached for the closest thing near him, tearing a street sign from the solid pavement and bending the metal beam in the strongest man's overbearing grasp.
"I-za-yaaa.... I'm going to fucking kill youuuu..."
He growled out before running at Izaya with full force.
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Awe I feel special.
(('Cause you are special, friend!))
Kid again!
informantorihara He reluctantly agreed. “I won’t stay long I’ve got work later but sure I’ll stay for a bit.” - The little blond giggled and opened the door of his house, waving at the informant he said "pl-please come in." He kept smiling and waited for Izaya to get inside the house before he got in.
IZAYA WAS KILLED *Billie runs away laughing evilly*
((AU ALERT AU ALERT AU ALERT FAK YOU BILLIE AU ALERT))
"I-Izaya . . . ?" It takes her a moment to register what's been said and she laughs, shaking her head. "N-no . . . he's not dead . . . right? Y-you . . . you're jus' . . . you're jus' sayin' that . . . right? Th-that shady bastard can't be d-dead, right?"
It seemed next to impossible to even try to imagine him dead. Him, the pretty sex-obsessed idiot who decided it'd be a good idea for a 24 year old to have his way with a 15-almost-16 year old. The one who prevented her from trick-or-treating for Halloween this year. The one who visited at school with lunch just 'cause. Dead . . . ?
"N-no, he can't be dead," still laughing, though the tears trailing down sort of cancel that. "He can't be . . . 'cause I haven't even said I love you yet."
[And here we go again . . . || informant-orihara]
Boring, boring, boring, and boring. Sigh. Wasn't there anything fun to do in this classroom? She'd finished the stack of manga she brought from Yukio's 'stash' (and is pretty sure she can live without reading another copy of Skip Beat again), and she's already looked around at the old, abandoned classroom, occasionally crushing a few coaltars here and there as well.
Meh. Nothing to do, and none of her friends are around (as far as she knows) for her to talk to (slash bother). Maybe she could go outside. Getting up from where she was sitting on the floor, she opens the door, not noticing someone on the other side until she walks right into them.
"Oof - er, s-sorry . . . !"
