#restively

The mafia boss had spent the better part of two days sending Izaya random pictures of Iris flowers, wondering if he would understand their meaning. Shoichi tended to look things up if he didn’t understand them, but he knew Izaya would sometimes be busy with work. He even went as far as ordering a dozen everlasting pea flowers to be delivered to Izaya’s office, wanting to give him an idea of the message he wanted the other to receive. Once he was sure he had sent the right messages, he switched to texting with actual words.

Txt | Hey are you busy tonight?

“You are Izaya right?” Having picked a meeting place and time, Byakuran had waited for the person he was looking forward to working with. A nice high up building seemed like the perfect place to meet, in his opinion, so he had picked the roof of an office in a nearby city for their meeting. “It’s nice to meet you.” He was wanting to track down the remainder of the Vongola allies, and had heard that this person might be able to help him.

“It’s not polite to stare.”  She had been caught it seemed - the cowering man who had himself pressed against the alleyways brick wall was a sobbing mess as he looked up at the woman whose hand was around his throat. However, Helena had her gaze directed at the stranger who had come across the scene instead of on her victim. 

“I should head back.” Yamanbagiri muttered to himself. He had gotten overwhelmed with all the attention the other sword warriors had given him and had taken off for a random point in time, but now he was sulking in a park bench, sticking out like a sore thumb. Armor in this day was just unusual. “What do they expect from a copy like me anyway??”

‘You would wanna get rid of the person too if they make you kiss frogs.’ Izaya defends himself.