#thegreatfitziisms

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@the-great-fitziisms // angel-demon au starter!!

Rain was falling from the skies above, wetting the grounds below as well as the people running around like ants - trying frantically to avoid soaking their clothes. They were screaming, cursing even, at the change of weather, taking no time to watch their steps. So many of them had bumped into each other already, it was quite interesting to watch since, fortunately, the demon observing those fragile beings didn’t mind the water all that much.

Only when cold wind starting blowing in time with the rain did he finally start to feel a little uncomfortable being exposed to nature. A soft growl of displeasure escaped him as he shoved himself past the crowd and into the first open building he could find. He was confused by his choice of shelter immediately. What the hell were all those flashy lights?

On his way to what appeared to be a bar, lithe fingers ruffled through dirty blond hair in a slight attempt at getting the wetness out of it at least a little. It would have to do for now. The bigger question was- what did he want to drink? He wasn’t all too into drinking without reason, but the sudden cold winds had ruined his mood and he needed to change that. Even if the prices of this place were quite high, he had to admit. Money wasn’t a problem, he was just amazed humans were actually willing to pay so much for a little bit of alcohol.

“I’d like a Malibu-passion fruit cocktail.” No greeting, no please or thank you. He couldn’t be bothered to fit to human etiquette. As the bartender worked his magic (as if it was that hard to mix some rum and juice), Leonhard looked around the room, visibly confused by whatever the hell was going on in this establishment. 

[errantscriptor-a]

“Shit, would ya look at that. So this is how someone behaves when they can’t actually get the one they want. Guess money can’t really buy what ya want, can it, Yankee?”

[doppoxginkaku]

Fitzgerald: [pokes Kunikida, just to be annoying; the-great-fitziisms]

The offending finger is ignored for the time being. Olive eyes focused on the screen of his computer as Kunikida goes about his work. He is not about to give Fitzgerald the attention wanted, not at the cost of delaying the schedule the blonde tris his hardest to keep. There are only a select few that in particular circunstances could get the man’s attention out of the documents and for whom he would (albeit relutanctly) deviate from his plans. The american is not among them.

Actually this attempt at being annoying can’t even compare to his partner’s shenanigans and - although on guard having the other around - Kunikida barely registers the feeble attempt at gaining his attention untill after his work is saved and the computer turned off.

Finally turning to the other, expression still unamused and stern as always, Doppo sighs before adjusting his glasses.

“If you don’t have anything work related to talk about I suggest you leave. We’ve got no time to play around”

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Dusk had been standing around, idly watching the passerby go their way before looking down at his phone once more. He was supposed to go to the nearest grocery shop to pick up some stuff so he could cook dinner yet he couldn’t help but just admire the busy life of Yokohama thus losing track of time.

As if to punish the teenager for loitering around, he seemed to walk directly into the back of another person when he started leaving due to not looking where he was going. This ended up with him dropping his phone which upon inspection once it had been picked up again had acquired a few cracks on the screen. Just great.

A silent huff and groan left him as he unlocked the mobile. Luckily it still worked enough for him to type on it and show it to the stranger.

⟨⟨ Look where you are going, beanpole. ⟩⟩

Completely disregarding that it was his own fault that he bumped into the blond and not the other way around while at it, of course.

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@the-great-fitziisms // continued

Ivan watches, bemused, at Fitzgerald’s poor recovery from his playacting. The real answer in this situation is that one must simply commit to the nonsense they’ve already got going, or at least transition without so much as a stutter or comment. One or the other, and Fitzgerald managed to smoothly avoid hitting either. Ivan snorts a laugh.

“I assumed as much.” Nothing indeed, my good sir. Nothing indeed. A pity that he gave up on it, this is a game Ivan likely would have played along with. But it’s too late for that now! Teasing is the remaining option, so that it shall be. Ivan pulls the seat in front of Fitzgerald’s desk back for himself and makes himself comfortable in the office. (It’s a nice chair. Being rich comes with sooo many perks. Ivan’s a bit jealous.) Ivan folds his legs, resting his hands on his knees in what he always assumed was a businesslike manner.

Ivan grins widely and innocently at Fitzgerald. It’s not a very good attempt at seeming like he didn’t see anything. He doesn’t mean it to be. “I did knock! But I believe you were a little bit too into your one-man play. I had no idea you wanted to be a pirate. Did story-telling as a child affect your head? Do tell me more.”

He could be nice and simply drop it, but... Ivan is not a nice man if it doesn’t profit him. He hums happily. “The tie did rather suit you when it was a headband.” (Ivan is trying so hard not to laugh.)

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@the-great-fitziisms I SC

“I’m not allowed to insult the guests directly.”

The words came out quickly and quietly so that only he could hear her within the room, when she strolled over to him after he walked through the doors. Of course, he had to walk into one of the establishments controlled by the mafia where she would have to at least pretend to play nice for the moment. So she put a thin smile on her face to pretend that nothing is out of place.

“However so long as you remain a paying customer then I have no reason to get rid of you unless that fact happens to change.”