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It wasn’t guilt he felt. No shame, no second-guessing. He was not mortified with himself, not suddenly struck with any sort of regret. Truthfully, he did not feel much of anything — aside from the obvious physical satisfaction, there seemed to be only emptiness. 

Izaya did not think much about it as he freshened up in front of the mirror; everything was going as expected, and there was no time to waste. The plane would be touching down any minute now and he would have to do some of his best acting to date for Shiloh’s mother. With one final splash of water onto his face, he turned and went back to sit beside Shiloh, lacing his fingers with hers and offering her his best love-struck smile. 

         ❛  Do you know how to say ‘I love you’ in Japanese?  ❜

       ------ “Who’s a good boy?! Yes, it’s you! All you, pretty baby!”

  One of things he had been taught by his parents who treated him like an investment for their retirement fund was to pick his friends ( acquaintances ) wisely. Those who held value to you were the ones who would benefit you in the long run. As soon as that person bore no more fruit or if they turned too sour to pick, it was important to cut them away. That was the lonely way he lived.

  So, he couldn’t resist shifting his chair to face backwards, holding out a hand and offering a friendly smile. After he had allowed people to ignore and whisper about this new transfer student for a few days, it was time to make friends.

   “Hello! Nice to meet you!” He said, in perfect English.

Index finger tapping against the table, Io hesitated in his speech. While the topic itself wasn’t necessarily one which he looked upon with any favor, the connotations it carried left him somewhat uncertain of Shiloh’s response. Still, his mind was settled on this course of action, and in spite of his concern that she might feel pressured, he decided that he knew her well enough to assume that she wouldn’t respond in the affirmative if she harbored misgivings.

       ❛   Uh, Shi? Have you, um, seen any --- any, uh, gossip columns lately? Because, um... if you haven’t, there’s --- we need to talk about... Stuff is being said.   ❜

OF FUCKING COURSE SHE WOULD FALL!

Dracul felt like Usain Bolt after running ten races of how fast he went running the second he saw his friend began to slip, only barely managing to catch her. Oh thank god that she isn’t heavy.

     ↳ WHAT did I just SAY?! Are you trying to land yourself in the hospital?! “