#sapiosexualinformant

[flcradecorum-blog]

(For sapiosexualinformant bc i love izaya and yusuke despite all)

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

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     “You want me to kiss you!?” Yusuke exclaims in complete shock over such a blunt request. Not only is the other in his early twenties (or so he claims; Yusuke doesn’t have the best feeling around him), but he just seems like bad news! Everything is telling Yusuke to back down from this, but the man is persistent. Something tells him that he won’t let up anytime soon.

     “This is absurd, you know. I am a minor, and yet you still want to kiss me? I do not approve of this,” Yusuke muses under his breath with clear distress before leaning down to press a weak kiss to Izaya’s temple, a light frown on pursed lips. “I hope that satisfies you because I will not be giving you another one!”

[amiablesolitxde]

@sapiosexualinformant from here!

      Even if her older brother hadn’t shared her father’s birth date with her, she would have tried to figure it out on her own. By now, she’d been sure to note the birth date of each of her family members. “Birthdays” were celebrated more frequently than she was used to, she wanted to celebrate them all with her family--they were important, and so were the dates on which they were brought into the world.

      A proud smile lights her face when he praises her on her gift wrapping ability.

“Nii-ni show how do wrap firs’ gif’..” she gives a small shake of her head before smiling again. “No need feel bad! Gif’s made to be unwrap!”

      She tried not to get too excited about his reaction to the gifts..she’d been confused on what to get him, until A-ya gave some input.. A framed photo of her and her older brother (which would likely have to remain hidden), a framed drawing of the two of them alongside Izaya and Shizuo (which, also, would likely have to remain hidden), and a desk sign which read “The Greatest Daddy Who Ever Lived” (maybe this one could be out in the open?).

[twiraight]

@sapiosexualinformant !!

“Excuse me, are you well-acquainted with the area?” Putting on an air of innocence was easy for the demon- doing it in his once-deceased human body was even easier.  “I’m new here, and was wondering if there was a lab somewhere nearby.”

[eternalandrei]

@sapiosexualinformant

I told you to run.

The angry, booming greeting came only seconds before Armand wrenched the door to Izaya’s office off with the power of his mind and stepped inside, as the sun set over the horizon. There was no greater insult he could imagine than this. Oh, he would kill him, and it would be slow, and painful, but not before he got a pleading apology out of him for this disrespect. His rage painted itself on his face, and he had clearly risen barely any time ago, still wearing a t-shirt and jeans from the night before. Despite his not-so-threatening attire, he practically exuded violent intent. Normally he would stay coolly detached from matters like this, but his emotions were unfortunately running high at the moment.

[kerosene-fiend]

@sapiosexualinformant

Well, that was a face he hadn’t seen in awhile. Honestly, he’d been starting to wonder if the informant had finally died. Clearly not, how sad.

“Guess I lost that bet... Izaya! Inquiring minds want to know, were you abducted by aliens?”

[erikararara]

@sapiosexualinformant is spotted...

“Oaahh! I think I hear a familiar voice – and look, it's Iza-Iza!” Erika turned her head in the direction of a noticeable laugh. What he was laughing at and why he was there, she did not know. But it was unmistakable, she would never forget the sound since that time in the hospital with Anri.

In fact, it had been a while since she'd seen him around the city. He wasn't an easy person to miss especially for someone like Erika who was oftentimes so observant.

“Did the doctors check your head? Ohh – I bet they found something bad and you had to undergo experimental fox face brain procedures!”

[huiusmodi]

      “ U-Um... pardon me, b-but... I think you’ve g-got a bit of something r-right there...? ” A vague gesture, as Harper touches his own bottom lip. He’s too afraid to mention that it actually looks like blood, and he hopes it’s really just ketchup or something similar.

   Harper discards a small handkerchief from his pocket, timidly offering it to the other. “ H-Here. ”

@sapiosexualinformant

[hurricanes-and-butterflywin-blog]

@sapiosexualinformant

Boredom and a tiny inclination for some company had prompted Minato to pay a visit to the bar. Hopefully Izaya happens to be working, otherwise it wouldn’t even be worth the short walk through the slush and puddles. 

Pushing the door open, a wave of cigarette smoke and what could only be described as “bar smell” hit him in the face. He crinkled his nose only slightly, vaguely remembering that weird monk he used to hang out with. What an interesting fellow he was. Maxing out the social link was worth it, at least. 

Strolling over to the bar, Minato seats himself at one of the stools. He pulls his mp3 player out by force of habit and begins to scroll idly through his songs as he heard some shuffling in the back. 

“I hope that’s Izaya-kun I hear,” Minato calls out, not even looking up from his his playlist.