There could be.
——- "Be more specific, and I'll consider it."

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There could be.
——- "Be more specific, and I'll consider it."
Youuu should cmere.
——- "Hmmm? Why's that? Is there a problem you need me to take care of~?"
{ leaves mun and eren flower crowns and rolls to sleep u wu~ }
“For what are those?” First time he receives one.
{ Oh, thanks. Is a very sweet gesture. You sure you have the right Eren though? Haha }
Splays out across his desk.
"If you don't get off my desk, I may be tempted to set fire to it, along with you." No, Izaya, don't be like that. He thinks it's cute, secretly. Kind of.
"I'm sure I do." A blur of movement and he's centimeters from the nuisance, skin of his lips feather light against the other male's. "You know I do too, you're just too stubborn to admit it." There comes the bite, fleeting, before he stands, turns on
his heel, and leaves.
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The flutter of lips against his left no warmth, despite how the other's body would naturally give off heat. Instead, his entire body felt chilled, as though he'd been dropped into a vat of ice water. Teeth traced his patience, viciously devouring the surface of his composure in mere moments, though the other was turning and leaving before he broke past anything of significance. Still, though, the blood of Izaya's calmness was wet on the other's maw.
"Prove it to me sometime then, mutt," he sing-songed, though deep inside, where the other, nor anyone else could see...
He was furious.
"Shit. Lettin' me down. I'm willing to work for it though." Purr purr despite doglike behavior, a lid fluttering shut in a sly wink. "The reward is worth the waitin'."
"Work all you like, but I don't believe you have the skill to even elicit a growl, let alone a bark," he purred, raising an eyebrow at the sultry wink pointed in his direction.
"Scary. I'm shaking. Please, bark me into oblivion, freakshow." Funny for someone like him to be calling another by such a pet name--and it's meant as just that: an endearing pet name.
"Bark for you? No, I don't think I will," he sighed, though the lighthearted, taunting glow was still alight in his eyes. "You have to earn any noises you'd ever dream about getting from me, mutt."
"I bite." His impoliteness knows no bounds. Scarlets dart up to meet those akin, jagged teeth snapping at the air dangerously.
A smirk toys knowingly at those thin lips, and a pair of coat-cloaked arms fold over his chest.
"I bark."