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@polycephebi
(( Actually yknow what this might be easier on my brain in the long run--
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"Well, shit I'm sorry..." Scratching his head, he feels genuinely bad.
"I can take you out for some ramen now? We gotta sample all our all ramen wedding menu, 'course!"
"No... I don't want it anymore.."
He's -- like, kidding, though. He didn't want it in the first place-! Ryu-rin's heart is too sweet, he kind of feels bad for making him feel bad-!
"He has to make it up to me properly-! He has to let me buy his next five bowls!"
He scrambles and shoves the Yen equivalent of $100 in Ryuji's palm.
batoushoujo: I need you to die
Kill me, then!!! You've done it before!!
@thedevilsdance || You know… Don’t use that slope as a slide. Ever. Otherwise you’ll end up like me. Cont.
This... whole thing -- It was kind of funny.
This amount of blood usually didn't warrant laughter, and on some level, that was something even Dri could acknowledge. At least from a basic moral standpoint, it's inhumane. A neutral kind of person's pain shouldn't be laughed at.
This wasn't a neutral person, though, right? This wasn't an ordinary human, right? When he looked closer, he noticed that Maxim wasn't reacting to this level of injury with much concern, so -- --
If he finds it funny, it's totally Maxim's fault for lowering the bar like that.
Still, he wasn't heartless! There's some sort of pity in his expression. His face is kept straight enough. He even slides carefully down and offers to HELP him. Adriane is just so generous and kindhearted of a person.
"Oi, oi, duly noted~" -- This might be where he slips, though, because the humor bounces his vocal chords a little too much. But-- By this point, isn't that fine? The boy said he wasn't in pain.
"Ay, I think you're a little dislocated, too--" Or maybe he just felt like being mean. Or nice? Depending how you look at it! So, without permission, he twisted and shoved the boy's knee into a slightly better place, then returned to wrapping it.
"Better? Y'made such a mess~ What even happened, here?" By this point, he doesn't even bother hiding the grin anymore.
She'd prefer not to have any sort of contact with him whatsoever! Absolutely not a lick, and not even a headbutt. But she can only ignore his annoying ass for so long before she finally grabs him by the shoulders and slams her forehead into his as hard as fucking possible.
It hurts her, too.
But he's missed her! He's given her all this time! He's busied himself with work and life and people and things and money and death and the universe and obsessions and gods and AAAAALLL this stupid junk, just to give her more time!! He finally hunts her down seeks her out and follows her reaches a friendly hand to her again, and this is what he gets!?!?
"Ooooowwwww! Temu-chiii. That huuuuuurt!"
He's on the ground. He's rubbing his head. He's tearing up. It's totally real. It does kinda hurt, tho.
"I just wanted to hang out..! She's so mean..."
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Awww~ Two of his boyfriends are holding hands~
@polycephebi replied to: ! holds his hand. just grabs it. stranger style. :)
"?!" Shuichi just flinches in surprise when the other grabs his hand. He is a little concerned about that smile he's giving him...!
"U-Um....uh...." He looks at their held hands before looking back towards Dri... "C-Can I help....you......?"
Does anything need to be said? Does his hand not do the talking for him? His grin is wide and eyes are empty.
Soft enough to not cause pain. Tight enough to keep him tethered.
:)
@polycephebi said: "Looks like we're stuck together."
Send "Looks like we're stuck together." for a sudden situation forces our muses into close quarters // accepting !
"well that's just great..." rei didn't think her day would include being stuck on a crowed train with him. something must have happened to halt travel like this. doesn't even want to think about what it could possibly be. it wouldn't be that bad if there weren't so many people, though.
"how long do you think we'll be stuck here for?" hopefully it's not for long.
"Ahhh, could be a while," he laments softly. This, he supposes, is what he gets for mixing it up -- these mundane kind of troubles that he so rarely permits to touch his life. These mundane people he doesn't typically sit so close to, not for any length of time--
It's interesting, at least. He looks over the girl beside him.
"Why, are you in a rush?"
A small twist in his gut, the ancient impulse of divinity—an instinct, really—to prove himself, to invoke wonder in the nonbeliever. Yato gets the sense that he’s being mocked somehow, teased, tested.
Regardless, he takes the bait, helpless to his own sacred wiring. In a flash of blue light, he wills himself to appear before the caller. For a moment, he is air and all things; the next, he is on the other side of the park, looking into the eyes of the stranger on the phone.
He levitates, glowing like a summer moon, before his visage dulls to something more recognizably human. Boots gently land back on solid ground. The phone is still in his hand.
“That enough for ya?”
He shouldn't have been surprised, really. He did beckon this himself-- But something so vivid and sudden could send any foot careening backwards. He catches himself, phone drifting from his ear, and lips carving upward even further. His idea to play it cool couldn't last very long in the face of something so blatant.
[ ARE YOU THAT DESPERATE? ]
His arm falls alongside a stunned, breathy laugh, and his eye darts around the park, almost hoping to catch another soul in the act of witnessing. But his sparkling gaze has to draw godward again, and quickly-- It has to take Yato in in full, analyzing every detail from head to toe, and even the air around.
He wonders how well he can be seen, too. If the corrupt flavor of awe he looks with is particularly inhuman.
"... Hai," the word puffs out underneath another laugh. "That's enough..~"
"So... Delivery God... Can I ask for anything~? There has to be some kind of limit, right..?"
"Since it's my birthday, you'll buy me a popsicle, right? Before I die of heat..?"
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and before anyone goes accusing me of LYING about puppy cuddles uhhhmmmmm ☝️ im not.
His birthday happened! It wasn't even missed! There was a huge party, and everyone showed up this year too!!
Izaya, meanwhile, goes on a research odyssey. Of course he tends to his business as well; there are clients to see and shit to stir, but his free moments are consumed by attempts to unravel his new friend’s secrets. He scours message boards, reaches out to contacts with connections, digs into classified databases—and finds next to nothing.
It isn’t that Seth is a complete ghost. He doesn’t appear to be in hiding. There’s documentation of him, though the information is minimal, surface-level. Hardly more than simple confirmations of his existence, really. For all intents and purposes, he’s just another nondescript body in Tokyo. A few of Izaya’s contacts did come through with a handful of first-person accounts of what it’s like to work with him, but the reports were skeletal at best: he appears when you need him, suddenly and eerily, then disappears just as quickly. Occasionally he’s been seen lingering on the outskirts of goings-on, watching, “a lot like you actually, Orihara, come to think of it.”
The vagueness of it all is maddening—especially because these obstacles are less dead ends than they are noncommittal shrugs. Seth is an information broker who appears to value mystique and privacy, and that’s all there is to it. Except that isn’t all there is to it. It can’t be.
Several times, he took Seth’s card from his desk drawer, staring at it intently, memorizing the number. He was tempted to call, but didn’t. In a way it felt like that would be admitting defeat.
The day of their next meeting arrives and he’s relieved. Elated, even. He practically floats to the coffeehouse. Of course, he does hover some distance away, lurking, until he sees the familiar silhouette enter first; then he waits another five minutes so as to be tastefully late.
“Oh, good, you remembered!” Izaya chirps, coming up behind him. He starts ushering him toward the counter, arm thrown around his shoulder. “I was worried you’d ghost me. You said you were going to spoil me this time, right?”
The barista already looks slightly tense just at the sight of them.
Delight. The artfully understated body language of Seth treats this reunion as casually as anything- His smile calm, he looks past his shoulder at Izaya and allows himself to be whisked like a dandelion seed. His chuckle is warm and deep.
DELIGHT. The fire raging behind brown eyes can barely be contained. There's a lovely taste of gasoline in Izaya's eager pull, and he's so excited to drink MORE.
"I never ghost anyone!" He grins. "You learned that already, right?"
-- the question mark is only a formality, of course. He knows! He knows exactly how much information of himself has been released to the world, and he hopes, but he knows, exactly how much has been sniffed out.
One could argue he's just guessing. But he'd snipe back that the poor guy already seems slightly maddened, which is frankly the most fabulous evidence he could have asked for!
He dug out his credit card and turned to the barista, who he barely saw; "Senpai~! Go ahead and charge enough to cover everything on the menu, okay? Bring my friend snacks whenever has asks for it. Thank you~!"
William paused and then raised any eyebrow at the other in slight disbelief. Was he just told no? He knew that the other did but it was still strange. Although it seemed that the other lacked mannerisms which slightly struck a nerve within the reaper but he never showed it or any of his feelings for that matter.
He just pushed up his glasses and looked away. "Might I ask why you are so fascinated with my height?"
"No," he said again. It's just bullying at this point.
Besides, there's something weird in the air around this guy-- He feels dangerous, in a way, and yet curiosity overrides self-preservation. The lack of expression makes it even more tempting to press.
"When you're that tall.. isn't everyone a little fascinated? People must stare at you a loooot. Do you even see them from up there? Do you see anything? Ah, you have glasses..."
Yato’s smile falters slightly. A prank? But you're the one who called me!
He won’t be swayed, though. When he speaks again, his voice is just as cheerful as before, clear as a bell in summer air: “A play on words. Very useful in advertising! By coming to you, I deliver myself; by doing my very best at whatever is asked of me, I always deliver!”
The permanent marker is capped and pocketed for the time being. Hopefully whoever is on the other end of the line has a job for him, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone has called out of curiosity alone. Usually he can talk someone into accepting his services regardless; five yen for whatever the customer wants is an impeccable deal.
“So what can I do for you? How can I help?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone else in the park. They appear to be on the phone, too. Huh.
"Ah.. That answer's almost a little boring--"
The cold reply contrasts the gleam in his eye.
Is this allowed? A god who offers 'whatever' to humans, and so noisily ?? It's not like he expected any real code of honor among the divine, but this sounded like a violation anyway !
If you ever get in trouble over this, can I watch? He turned his head and started walking away, before eyes could meet.
"Hai, I mean, gods are usually about a specific thing, right? They have specialties... Is your specialty everything, then? Or.. nothing?
"I've never heard of you, so you're not sounding like a real god. Can you prove it?"
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xyumeni: ❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜
"Eh, I mean no offense.. But you don't really seem fine--"
Gently, and carefully, he sits down. A packet of fruit gummies is pulled out in offering.
"Here, I brought extra for a snack. You can have it if you want."
xyumeni: "Can someone please be proud of me? Like fuck, I’m trying.”
"That's a terrible burden to put on a stranger!"
Like this, he's decided to butt in with hostility. Vague, aimless, provoked by nothing but the fact that 'most people' would probably try to respond kindly, and he liked to go against the grain.
"Proud of you for what? You look average. Other average people can barely have pride in themselves, much less others. I don't know if I have it in me- gomeenn.."
Wistfully, he folded hands behind his back and kicked his shoe.
