#tokyohost

[shinjuku-informant-blog]

Whats it like inside of your head?

That can be taken quite pervertedly, naughty host-san.

[shinjuku-informant-blog]

@tokyo-host

This... was probably not the best idea in the world. No. But once in a while... once in a blue moon rather... on one quiet night when there was not a single stir in Ikebukuro and the city was resting...  Orihara Izaya grew restless. 

On nights like this, the informant surfed through his usual chatrooms for something interesting or maybe poke at his old clientele...  but when nothing hooked his fishlines, Izaya reeled in.

And booked about three hours with at a certain host club. 

He was tempted for longer since he hated getting kicked out. Rather, all he needed was probably just 30 minutes or less. 

But the damn host did everything he could to keep the carmine eyed raven locked in his cage as long as possible.

So only when the informant was bored and restless... only when for once there wasn't a single crime on the streets as if all the stars lined up and nothing interesting appeared, only then does Orihara Izaya met up with a certain famed host with devilish tongue for company.