#sapiosexualinformant

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

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     “You want me to kiss you!?” Yusuke exclaims in complete shock over such a blunt request. Not only is the other in his early twenties (or so he claims; Yusuke doesn’t have the best feeling around him), but he just seems like bad news! Everything is telling Yusuke to back down from this, but the man is persistent. Something tells him that he won’t let up anytime soon.

      Even if her older brother hadn’t shared her father’s birth date with her, she would have tried to figure it out on her own. By now, she’d been sure to note the birth date of each of her family members. “Birthdays” were celebrated more frequently than she was used to, she wanted to celebrate them all with her family--they were important, and so were the dates on which they were brought into the world.

      A proud smile lights her face when he praises her on her gift wrapping ability.

“Nii-ni show how do wrap firs’ gif’..” she gives a small shake of her head before smiling again. “No need feel bad! Gif’s made to be unwrap!”

I told you to run.

Well, that was a face he hadn’t seen in awhile. Honestly, he’d been starting to wonder if the informant had finally died. Clearly not, how sad.

“Oaahh! I think I hear a familiar voice – and look, it's Iza-Iza!” Erika turned her head in the direction of a noticeable laugh. What he was laughing at and why he was there, she did not know. But it was unmistakable, she would never forget the sound since that time in the hospital with Anri.

In fact, it had been a while since she'd seen him around the city. He wasn't an easy person to miss especially for someone like Erika who was oftentimes so observant.

   Harper discards a small handkerchief from his pocket, timidly offering it to the other. “ H-Here. ”

Boredom and a tiny inclination for some company had prompted Minato to pay a visit to the bar. Hopefully Izaya happens to be working, otherwise it wouldn’t even be worth the short walk through the slush and puddles. 

Pushing the door open, a wave of cigarette smoke and what could only be described as “bar smell” hit him in the face. He crinkled his nose only slightly, vaguely remembering that weird monk he used to hang out with. What an interesting fellow he was. Maxing out the social link was worth it, at least. 

Strolling over to the bar, Minato seats himself at one of the stools. He pulls his mp3 player out by force of habit and begins to scroll idly through his songs as he heard some shuffling in the back.