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Was that...

     ↳ Saku-kun? “

Crap... Not now. He was the last person Izaya needs to be around at this point. Scrabbling to sit up and place a hand over his crotch, his face as red as a tomato at this point. Why of all times the host had to visit!

“Yes, I am. I’m just not very good at social events. That probably sounds strange coming from a celebrity, though.”

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Rex stared up at the towering building before him, his hands tucked away into the pockets of his red jackets as he nervously scuffled his feet about the gates. He knew that this was Raira Academy; it was where his shogun went to school, and he’s heard numerous tales about it from the young boy himself. All in all, it was just an ordinary high school, a place where teenagers went to learn and hang out with their friends, where they could fall asleep in class and complain about teachers. So mundane, so simple, so...

normal

He looked away, his face hiding a bit of shame as he stared at the concrete ground of pavement and a bell rang through the courtyard. Shuffling his feet, the Machine pressed his back against the bordering brick wall as the gates pulled open, revealing the glimmering glass entrances of doors possibly directing into student-filled hallways. Rex crossed his arms like a petulant child as he stood there, waiting...waiting for what exactly?

He had no idea. To be noticed? To be ignored? To sneak in? Classes were over so that last part made no relative sense. Maybe he just wanted to watch...to see what a normal life was like...to see what being a teenager was really about...

Rex was disinterested in the bullies or the depression or the secret lives they all kept to each other...no, he wanted to see smiling faces so wide they could break. He wanted to see laughter of a pure kind, hear conversations so mundane and so trivial that they numb your brain. Rex wanted normalcy, but most of all, he wanted to experience it, to feel a life he could’ve had but never got.

did i even deserved it then?

It was a question he knew would never be even answered, not even with his memory intact. 

Keeping himself against the wall, the Machine of Ikebukuro watched the students flock by him in groups, pairs or trios. He saw their average faces and heard their average words as they walked on with their average lives...it felt...

peaceful...

Almost without thinking, the Latino ducked his head as someone’s gaze swept over him. Feeling embarrassed, he wondered if the person noticed him watching them.

“Any kinds! Original, hardcore, genderbend, anime only, manga only, book cosplay, and any more that you can think of. Yes, actually, to both. I was gunna ask some people around here if they would like to hire a private photographer for their cosplay shoots.”

Odd response..., but Izaya just simply shrugged it off and sat up, patting at the space beside him.

     ↳ Are you sure you want to cuddle? “

I WILL SHIP U TO AMERICA AND SHOW U A CHILI

IM ALREADY IN AMERICA I JUST DONT KNOW ANYTHING. OMG STORY TIME. 

Looking up from what she was nuzzling him, Sybil allowed her chin to rest in the space between his neck and shoulder, feeling quite comfortable with where she was. Her arms were snugly held around his waist, not in a position that can be deemed too tight or too loose. It was the sort of hug that just plainly felt safe; it was secure, but it didn’t feel forceful. It was just the right amount of tenderness that didn’t seem too fragile a hold.

She gave him a slightly puzzled look. Being such an open person, Sybil never found the need to hide her affections behind closed doors. After all, it was her way of telling someone that she loved them deeply and, if she was ever given the sudden impulse to hold them, she never fought against it. So, the very idea that it was something to be ashamed of made her very confused and a little perplexed.

“...why do ya say somethin’ like that, Hibiya-chan? Do...do ya not like bein’ hugged?” she asked. It just occurred to her that Hibiya may not be at all an openly affectionate person and that this sort of thing he may in fact find rather uncomfortable.