#chaoticeternity

Hachimenroppi was a lost cause. This was the fifth job he’d been fired from this year alone and it was likely he wouldn’t be getting another one anytime soon with those kind of statistics. It wasn’t like he particularly tried hard at the job at hand but his work was excusable...it was more of his mouth that got him fired. He couldn’t help but tell off stupid people and well, everyone was a fucking idiot in his eyes.

So here he stood in front of Izaya’s house, already cringing internally at the thought of asking for help. Psyche had convinced him to come here but honestly, it was the last place he wanted to be. His every thought told him to turn tail and leave, chancing his life on the streets instead of begging for a place to stay...but life on the streets meant more interactions with the humans he so utterly despised so he pressed forward, raising a fist and lightly knocking on the informant’s door.

The mafia woman turned to see who had called her name only to see the one person she didnt want to speak to. Her face morphed into an expression of annoyance as she let it an exasperated sigh.

Now, to business. The following people appear to be active roleplayers that I have drafts for! Many of them are months, if not a year old. I’ll try to get in touch with you all individually to see if you’re interested in continuing them, planning something new, or dropping our interactions completely for now. I also may have dangling threads that somehow escaped my notice, so if you are not on this list but should be, please let me know!           }

 @theprinceoftworealities 

@unraveledx

@toboshanoaidoru

@erikararara

@kurasaki-siblings

@chaoticeternity

@preciousyellowidiot 

@rubra-fortis-fantasma

Fair point but she still stuck by what she said.

Returning from his business vacation had never felt so relieving. The fact that his boss, Tom Tanaka, had been waking him up morning after morning just to collect debts at another city only because he had previously resided there. And also to intentionally drain the money out of the people that he secretly despised. Having an irritated expression in the bullet train as he had grasped onto the upper handle with a tight grip, Shizuo had tried his hardest for the past few months not to punch someone that had been doing financial talk. However... It was all over the place. Walking out of the train in relief, the blond had looked around the city that he hadn’t seen for a while. He gave a gentle sigh as his muscles relaxed until just a moments notice, he had became tense again. Something didn’t smell right. No. Something didn’t feel right. It’s as if someone expected him to come back at this right exact moment, this exact location, and this exact point of the sunset. It was until then a familiar stench of a pest had lingered within his sense of smell, mocha hues haphazardly looking left and right as he was trying to find the source. And then with a shortness of breath, he had mumbled,

“Tsk... Not the fucking damn flea again.”