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ANOTHER LOVE MEME

Another love meme with multiple options to choose from! Is your love going to be easy? Sexy? Maybe just downright weird.

1. Post. Name, series, and preferences go in the subject! This meme is especially good for tagging people you don't know or trying crossovers you've always wanted to test out.
2.Go to RNG and roll 1-6 for a scenario type, then 1-10 for a scene.
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

_{.scene type.
1. sweet
2. fiery
3. frosty
4. doomed
5. freaky
6. sex

Prompts behind the cut}

.sweet.
1. appreciation → show appreciation for your lover! With words, a look, or whatever your choice way to display affection is!
2. cuddling → nothing wrong with a day of cuddling...
3. vacation → you're on a vacation! Wherever you want to be. Road trip, amusement park, Grand Canyon, etc.
4. family → you're visiting family! Maybe they find out about your relationship, maybe they already know, or however you want to play it out! Maybe you've got news you're starting a family by getting pregnant, adopting, or even getting a new pet.
5. acceptance → someone who disapproved of your relationship before suddenly approves. How's that feel to you and your lover?
6. surprise → you've planned a surprise! What is it?
7. date → first date, second date, hundredth date, etc. What are you doing for it?
8. candy → nothing like sharing candy or sweets with someone you love, right?
9. reunited → it's been awhile since you've seen each other and nothing can ruin this moment.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.fiery.
1. passionate → your love is heated and passionate.You've never wanted your lover's company quite like this before.
2. drawn together → no matter how you try to not need or be around each other, you're always drawn together.
3. make up → you've been fighting and now it's time to actually make peace.
4. stand tall → people oppose you or your relationship, but as long as you've got each other, you can deal.
5. in control → you're in control here and you need to remind your lover of that.
6. desperate → you're desperate for your lover's company.
7. jealousy → you're worried your lover isn't being faithful to you or is spending too much time with someone else. How do you deal? Or maybe they're just better than you in everyway and you know they'll realize it eventually.
8. keep up → sometimes you or your lover don't think you can keep up with the other and you're kind of worried. Or maybe you want to prove you.
9. mark up → you've got a desire to mark your lover through hickeys, jewelry, or tattoos. You want everyone to know they're taken.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.frosty.
1. uncommitted → you're not actually in a relationship. You just use each other. Or that's how one of you is starting to feel anyway.
2. last choice → You or your lover is an absolute last choice and you can't even pretend they're not.
3. anonymous → you don't know each other, you just meet up for anonymous hook ups. Maybe one isn't satisfied with that anymore.
4. fight → you're in a fighting mood.
5. cheating → you're cheating on your lovers with each other, either for love or for vengeance, or whatever else you can think of.
6. unloved → you really hate the person you're with, but you can use them in some useful way so you stick it out.
7. doubts → you're doubting yourself, your relationship, everything.
8. brush off → you or your lover is consistently brushing off your love or advances for some reason. What's the deal?
9. silent treatment → you're so mad, you can't even be around or talk to the other person.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.doomed.
1. forced → you or your lover is forcing the other to stay with them, manipulating them and threatening them to stay.
2. blackmailed → neither of you want to be together, but someone has you by the short hairs, so you just have to buck up.
3. cheated → you or your lover has cheated on the other. Was it a one time thing, a mistake, or is it because they fell in love? Maybe they were just angry or petty.
4. hate → you're both downright hated and hunted for being together, ridiculed and outcast.
5. break up → it's time to break it off, whether you want to or not.
6. porno → your relationship has been a secret until some random photos or videos of you and your lover show up in the mail. Are they trying to scare you? Is it a threat?
7. lies → your relationship is built on absolute lies.
8. betrayal → you've betrayed each other in some horrible way and it's time to fess up.
9. no trust → you or your lover don't trust each other due for some reason. Can a relationship survive this?
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.freaky.
1. dreams → you're not actually with the other person, but you have drawn them into your dream and they get to see all the filthy or fluffy things you do together in them. How do your eact when it's all over?
2. doll → you're entirely under the control of your lover. If they tell you to move, you move, if they tell you to undress, you undress.
3. ghost → you've died, but you get one last encounter with your lover... or encounters.
4. demon → you're no longer human, you're a demon through and through. You're going to use that person you care about however you please.
5. sleeping beauty → you've fallen into a coma and the only thing that can awaken you is a kiss or more from your lover.
6. pod person → you may look the same, act the same, but you're not and your lover knows it.
7. curse → you were cursed somehow, either with horrible luck or into a different form, or whatever you can come up with. How do you and your lover deal?
8. drugged → looks like someone at that party might have slipped you something. Either your lover has to rescue you or you're all over them in a very public place.
9. forbidden → yours is a forbidden love and it must be kept secret.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.sex.
1. rough → you want it rough and hard tonight. Bites, scratches, bruises, etc.
2. toys → you want to try some props tonight... toys or fuzzy handcuffs.
3. first time → it's your first time together or first time entirely.
4. bondage → more extreme. You're tied up, used, forced to orgasm, whatever.
5. make up → make up sex is the best sex.
6. extreme → extreme like blood play or fisting.
7. threesome/moresome → you're confident enough in your relationship to share on occasion, if you're both there. Either invite another player in or include an NPC.
8. public → you're feeling a little wild so why not a blowjob under the tablecloth in a restaurant or sex in the car?
9. interrupted → oh yes, oh yes, oh--who the hell is that watching us?!
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

[credit goes to mememaker @ LJ]

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[Nothing too fluffy unless it's one-sided please! It just wont work with this character~]

[And it's Volkner's family who wants her to stay in this relationship. Or they'll expose her to the entire world. She doesn't know why her aunts hate her this much but...

She climbs onto Izaya in his office chair, and moves in to kiss him lightly.]

...Just for the record, I don't like this anymore than you do.

[While Izaya has been pushed into it by his Yakuza connections; a matter of 're-building bridges' after certain infractions of his were discovered, his options being fleeing Japan indefinitely, a watery grave in Tokyo Bay or this. It's certainly not what he would have chosen, but of the options presented to him it seemed the lesser evil.

His lips curve in the hint of a smile as he feels the brush of her lips against his own, though his expression is indolent, almost bored]

And yet here you are, being so very forward~

[They both had the same bored expression on their face. Izaya was smiling, but Volkner made it completely clear that she didn't want anything to do with this.]

Because one of us has to show affection.

[She sighed, and wrapped her arms around his neck, moving to kiss him on the cheek.]

Might as well be me because I'm a girl.

[He laughs a little at that, the sound mildly grating as it hangs in the air between them, the he allows his hands to curl loosely around her waist, a touch that somehow manages to convey his disinterest as thoroughly as his detached expression]

Because you're a girl? Don't tell me you buy into such cliched stereotypes as that.

[A lazy little shrug]

Besides, I don't see anyone watching, do you?

[Though it's not as though he's making any effort to push her away]

[Despite how close they were, and if anyone was looking, they could never see what was wrong with the pair of them. They'd look like a couple in love... and not just a pair in disinterest.]

It's what I've done all my life. Why change now?

[She sighs and moves more onto his lap.]

You realize we're going to have to get married and have kids, right?

[He sighs halfheartedly, the sound soft and still subtly laced with his boredom]

Stagnation is no better than death. Living out your life without change or growth would make you a dull and intolerable person.

[He supposes there are ways he could change that for her - a subtle push here and there, watch and see where her choices lead her, towards evolution or a downwards spiral of despair, either would be interesting to observe - but he knows he has to behave here, up to a point. He can't give Awakusu-kai any further reasons to want to dispose of him.

Still, a moment later he's shaking his head firmly, though his hands remain resting on the narrow curve of her waist]

A sham marriage, fine, I can put up with that. But children are out of the question. We can tell them you're infertile. Or I am, whatever you'd prefer.

[Because it could only end two ways. Any child of his has the potential to be born with his same unique outlook, and he is not looking to pass the torch; humans are his, he does not share, not even with his own progeny. And if they escape that fate he would be unable to keep himself from experimentation - just look how his sisters had turned out - and they'd grow up broken or turn into something monstrous. He'd rather avoid that if possible, despite their little arrangement]

[She sighs lightly.]

...So what the hell happened to you?

[Frankly, she would be pretty damn pleased if she returned some affections. He seemed content to let her climb onto his lap half the time and steal his attention. Which she was fine with doing, but... she also didn't mind if he wanted to climb on her lap. He was light enough.]

...My family is going to demand them. Why can't we have them again?

[Oh, hang on, she's going to slowly undress him. Because there are things she'd like to do with his body and doesn't really want to be all that patient with him.]

[Another short burst of laughter, bordering on abrasive]

Ah, there's nothing stagnant about me.

[Though did he ever grow and change? Not really; he amassed further knowledge, expanded his influence further and deeper across the city, but ultimately is personality remains constant, his wants and desires remaining ever the same.

He doesn't answer her question immediately, momentarily distracted by the feel of her hands on him as she reaches to begin removing his clothes, and it briefly crosses his mind to try putting a stop to this, to grab her wrists and push her away, to tell her he has more important things to do. But the thoughts die almost as soon as they are formed; he may not want this forced union between them, but if it's going to happen then why not at least take a little something from it? He makes no effort to help her though, not yet, allowing her to continue her ministrations with something close to passivity mixed with detached curiosity]

I'm hardly suitable father material.

[And now one hand slides from her waist, trailing lazily across her body before moving to brush against her cheek]

Nor husband material, though it seems that decision has been made for me.

So says you.

[Two stagnant people would be perfect for each other, really. Maybe that's why they were paired together from the start.

She doesn't do much. Mostly open up his jacket to show off his body, and to get a little bit easier at his pants. After that, she slowly unzips them. She doesn't pull them down... god knows she doesn't want to get naked for this first time, but she is at least able to reach what matters.]

Then you're in charge of telling them.

[She moves in and kisses him lightly on the cheek. Not in a loving way. But in a forced way. Like she must do this.]

You have any condoms then?

[He merely gives a derisive snort in response to her barbed comment, remaining motionless as her fingers move over him, jacket falling open, the slow unfastening of his pants, his eyes fixed on her movements and that little smile still curling at his lips though the detachment in his expression shows no hint of a thaw. As though this is entirely dull, tedious to have a woman sitting in his lap, undressing him]

If that's what it takes.

[He has a silver tongue and knows how to sweet-talk people when he needs to. Not that it worked to get him out of this particular situation, but as the executives at Awakusu-kai told him, there are some transgressions that can't be side-stepped, not even for him.

There's no response as she leans in to kiss him, nothing to show how he feels about it besides complacency, though his hand does slide from her cheek to the hair at the nape of her neck, fingers curling into it and tightening]

Top right-hand draw of my desk.

[Because you never know, right? Don't look at him like that :|]

[It's just as tedious for her. She has to do all the work with a man who is rather unresponsive to everything she's doing. It's a pain, really. He could at least do something for them. Maybe undo her bra or something? But then she realizes how little they both might actually want this. And with that, she just goes back to work.]

And it will be.

[Reaching behind her, she dug through the drawer and grabbed the first condom-thing she could feel. When she pulled that out, she went, putting her hand down his pants, and trying to feel around for his cock.]

And now I have to go on a treasure hunt too? My god, Izaya.

[Psyche wouldn't be so steamed up about this if Izaya hadn't just eaten his last piece of ootoro. He lived by the strict code of what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too. If he'd been willing to share, he would have offered. And everybody knew that Psyche didn't make a habit of offering to share and when he did, it wasn't an offer you wanted to accept.

He could only watch with a horrified twitch of his bottom lip and peeled back eyelids as the informant devoured the final piece on the plate. The wake of shock reverberating through his body left him immobile for some moments, replaying in the back of his mind the atrocity that occurred before his very eyes just moments before.

It was... It was... In a word: unacceptable.

His instinctive reaction was to cry and hope Izaya would buy him another dish, but that alone wouldn't bring back that destined piece of fatty tuna that was meant for him and him alone. It was his and Izaya had taken it away. A growling cringe swells in his chest which crescendos while he crosses his arms over his chest. While his seating arrangement went undisturbed with one leg still placed over the other knee, the tap of his foot increases until he's kicking against Izaya's shin -- accidentally, naturally. Saying it out loud wouldn't make it more obvious that he was not amused.]

[Izaya has never had any particular regard for the feelings of others unless it's an act put on for the sake of manipulation, his own desires entirely self-centered, and so he gives Psyche's feelings and preferences no consideration as he reaches for that last piece of ootoro. It's his favourite after all, and didn't he pay for it? Whether his counterpart likes to share or not seems entirely irrelevant to him.

It's not until Psyche's demeanor goes through it's less than subtle shift that he realises something's amiss, and licking his lips after devouring the last delicious piece of sushi, he finally glances up, one brow arched in disapproval as he pushes back a little in his chair to avoid that furiously tapping foot. Psyche's displeasure is crystal clear to him, though he can't say he's surprised; there are so many things that seem to set the double to sulking]

Ah, don't make such a fuss. You didn't need it.

[Didn't need it? Easy for Izaya to say! Psyche's brows narrow at this. Instead of responding sharply, he reaches out for his beverage, slurping slowly but loudly as if to prolong the irritable gesture. His glare remains fixed on Izaya when he pulls the cup away with a wet smack of his lips and he holds it unconventionally so only his middle finger salutes his companion. He slams it down mightily, a gracious amount spilling over the rim and making no attempt to wipe it dry. Have fun with that.]

[He watches Psyche with a thinly-veiled look of disdain as he begins slurping his drink and making rude gestures, and then there's all that mess. Sometimes he feels as though he's babysitting a child rather than engaging with an adult - an adult who is so intrinsically linked to him.

He shrugs, lips curled into the hint of a smile despite his irritation, intending to show Psyche that getting stroppy over something so small wouldn't have any effect on him]

[Izaya's lack of reaction hardly deters Psyche. He's not one to give up easily, especially not now. The duplicate sighs dramatically while bending into a stretch. There's hardly a reason for stretching so forcefully that he kicks Izaya firmly, or so suddenly that he knocks the cup over on Izaya's side. Psyche's of the opinion that the more it drips in Izaya's lap, the better. He smiles at that. If Izaya hadn't already got the hint, or indicated that he got the hint, then this might speed things along.]

[He makes no sound of complaint as Psyche - clearly quite purposefully - kicks him and sends that cup toppling over, warm tea lightly splashing him and proceeding to drip into his lap. Instead he merely grits his teeth and leaps nimbly to his feet in order to avoid any further damage, teeth clenched against his irritation. He really isn't sure why he agreed to take Psyche out to dinner when he so frequently ends up behaving like this.

Well, the food is finished now, there's no reason to stay here any longer, and so he reaches over to grab Psyche by the wrist, intending to tug him out of his chair and onto his feet]

You're so tiresome, sometimes. I've had enough of this for one day, I think. Let's go.

[Psyche whimpers at that, slapping Izaya's hand away as if it were fire and cradling his wrist against his chest. He jumps out of his seat and marches ahead of Izaya -- only two paces at most, just enough to let the door slam into Izaya instead of holding it open. ]

[Izaya just huffs and rolls his eyes - though he does draw back that hand - knowing full well he hadn't grabbed Psyche hard enough to hurt him, and yet there he is, cradling his wrist as though it were wounded. He's not quite swift enough to stop the door from catching him as the other fails to keep it open for him, and as the Informant steps out into the street he considers turning and walking in the opposite direction, though it'd only be avoiding the problem and would no doubt lead to further difficulties when he did see his double again.

And so for the moment he continues to walk a few paces behind him, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat and expression aloof, the dark glitter of his eyes the only thing advertising his current displeasure]

[Psyche doesn't protest to that, only kicking up dirt as best he can at his heels. Lack of dirt doesn't seem to be a problem in his mind. Every now and then he looks over his shoulder and squints at Izaya, wheeling his chin back with a heavily unenthusiastic sigh.]

[For a while he's content to ignore his moody counterpart, taking out one of his phones in order to read his messages and check up on one or two ongoing 'projects' of his, yet this isn't an activity he can engage in indefinitely and Psyche's sullen little glances are beginning to grate on his nerves.

Besides, Izaya has never been one who prefers to remain too long in silence, enjoying the sound of his own voice at least as much as any two-way conversation, and so he sighs himself, returning his phone to his pocket and moving a little more swiftly until he's walking side-by-side with double]

If you're so interested in ensuring I'm still here then you may as well talk to me, right? You can't sulk forever, Psyche-kun.

[He very much doubts that's the reason, if fairly certain Psyche's squinted glances were intended only to irritate him or to drive his point home, but there's no reason why he shouldn't tease. Not in his mind at least]

[Psyche huffs loudly, casting Izaya one final glare of suffering before pointedly looking away. He can't help but wrinkle his nose by how wrong Izaya is, though he suspects Izaya might say so just to rile him up some more. If anybody is despairing here, Psyche is certain that it's himself.

The lookalike pulls his headphones into place, reaches into his pocket, and blasts the music loud enough for the both of them. There's no better way to ignore Izaya, he decides, and whistles along with the song to emphasize it. It's apparently Psyche's lucky day that his player decided to start up on Friday. He quietly sets it to loop, whistling louder each time the song repeats.]

[Izaya doesn't especially like to be ignored, a fact he is certain Psyche is quite aware of, and his displeasure is only exacerbated by the the irritating sound leaking from his double's headphones. He ignores it at first, continuing to keep step along side him despite contemplating moving away, finding something else to do and dealing with the consequences such actions would doubtlessly bring later, but his irritation over being ignored is steadily growing, and finally the repetitive tune long with Psyche's whistling push him to decide he's had enough.

He simply reaches over and yanks the cord of his headphones right out of the player, a smug smile of satisfaction briefly ghosting across his face]

Ah, you're boring me.

[One second there's music, the next there's not. There's no helping that, perhaps, but nothing is stopping him from continuing to whistle. He leans close to Izaya, grins, and whistles the same tune directly into his ear.]

[Sometimes Izaya truly has to wonder why he continues to put up with Psyche's antics - why he continues to put up with him at all in fact - and this is certainly turning out to be one of those times. He's endured his childish behaviour for long enough today, he feels, that incessant whistling proving to be the final straw, and he moves to grab his double by the arm, his intention being to push him up against the wall of the nearest building. His intention isn't to hurt him - he rarely deals in physical pain, at least not with his own hands - but to take come control of the situation, something he feels is needed if the other is intent on acting like a petulant child ~~something he'd never do himself...obviously...~~]

This is one of the least interesting games you've come up with to date. Do you even remember why you're sulking, I wonder?

[Psyche is pushed against the wall easily enough. His effort to shake Izaya off is feeble at best this time, simply appeased to have Izaya's full attention. His grin tugs wider every second until Izaya stops speaking. He freezes for some seconds, grin neither faltering nor growing, only to continue whistling from where he paused.]

[Izaya just stares at him for a few long moments, eyes narrowed and both hands pressed against Psyche's shoulders to keep him pinned. Not that he seems to be making much effort to get away, content instead to continue with that inane whistling in his obvious attempt to grate on Izaya's nerves. An attempt that is, sadly, working.

Izaya doesn't want to give him the benefit of knowing that, however, and though it crosses his mind to further berate his double, he finally rolls his eyes and let's go of him instead]

Ah, fine. Be as irritating as you please, but if you'd really wanted more ootoro so badly you could just have asked and perhaps I'd have bought you some more. Alas, now you're boring me and I have better things to do.

[And he'll be turning away now with a casual little wave, intending to leave Psyche behind...]

[He wasn't expecting Izaya to tire of him so easily but he doesn't mind; he much prefers to be the one holding than the one holded. He strides back to Izaya's side, wrapping around his arm, and cocking his head to the side in mock confusion. He's not about to beg, too late for it anyway, but he's not letting Izaya go so easily either. He does the favor of whistling a different song, however. Izaya likes the Nyancat tune, right?]

[He'd half expected this reaction; he doubted Psyche liked being ignored any more than he did, and the double has shown a tendency towards clinginess when it suits him. He sighs and gives his arm a little shake, communicating to the other man that he isn't impressed with this rather than attempting to dislodge him]

If you're not gonna let me leave, the least you can do is stop making that noise.

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[Psyche sighs but concedes. Honestly that tune gets old after the first ten seconds. He casts a look over Izaya before the devious smirk returns. Instantaneously he resumes the tune, only this time through humming. It's Izaya's fault for not being precise in his words, if you ask him.]

[Izaya sighs himself, casting the double a side-long glance and giving his arm another shake for emphasis]

Honestly, if you're gonna make all that noise you may as well just talk. At least it'd be more interesting.

[He stiffens at that because Izaya is, unwilling he'd admit, right. He shuts up, puckering out his lips. Without making sound, he grows quickly bored and takes a fancy to grinding his elbow into Izaya's ribcage.]

[Well, a return to the silence is, at the very least, an improvement on the infernal humming and whistling, and for a few moments Izaya is content with this; he can always fill in the space left by Psyche's unwillingness to talk with his own chatter, given that he'd quite accustomed to talking to himself, anyway.

And then quite suddenly he's being jabbed in the ribs by an elbow, the pressure making him inadvertently yelp, more because it had not been expecting than because it truly hurt, however. He'll be trying to push Psyche away from him now]

Don't do that, you little pest!

[Because Izaya would never do something to elicit an emotional reaction from someone, nope, you must be thinking of someone else... :|]

[~~Dear me, I must have been thinking about Hibiya. You know how he is with wringing emotions out.~~

Psyche's smile tugs at the elicited reaction. He resists being pushed away and shoves nearer instead, screwing his elbow just a smidge harder. No way he's about to stop now when Izaya is suffering to his satisfaction.]

[He makes another little sound of complaint at the added discomfort, and now applies some more effort to extricating himself from his double's hold, pushing harder and attempting to maneuver that elbow away from his ribs. He knows he should just ignore him, though he's also aware that Psyche's reaction could go either way; lack of a reaction seems almost as likely to provoke him reacting will]

I suppose you like the idea of decorating me with bruises, hmm? Well, I'm not so keen on it myself. Let go before you force me to retaliate.

[Psyche has to restrain a laugh at that -- the no talking thing at ends with any sound. He grinds one challenging jab into Izaya's rib as if daring him on. Go on, try it. He doesn't plan on losing at his own game any time soon.]

[He grits his teeth this time, having prepared himself for the possibility of further assault, determined to play Psyche at his own game now. Which means no talking - something he's not fond of, but knows it's quite within his abilities to do so - and also a return jab into the double's ribs with his fingers; if he's going to be sporting bruises than he doesn't see why Psyche shouldn't have them too :T]

[Psyche cringes but continues to dig his elbow in slowly and passionately. He doesn't much like that Izaya picks up the same tactics, especially ones digging into his ribs, but he just responds with further jabbing. He's determined not to be the one to call the game off.]

[And for the moment Izaya is equally determined, attempting to curve his body away from the increased pressure before jabbing harder at Psyche's own ribs; this is not the kind of game he likes, but if he's going to be forced into playing then he intends to give back as good as he gets]

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[Psyche groans. It's not fun, that's for sure. He could do without an elbow making any contact with his body whatsoever, but he persists just for the mere sake of pride. He incorporates a flutter of quick, light jabs into his routine, hoping that will deter Izaya some.]

[A sharp exhalation of breath and he tries to twist his body away from those sharp jabs as much as he's able to, also aware of the fact that people are beginning to stare at them now. He's still not prepared to give in however, and he jabs harder, twisting his elbow as he does it in an effort to cause maximum pain and get his double to finally let go or even say something]

[Psyche cries with a powerful twist to his side but he retaliates with harder but just as quick hits, each one accompanied with a heavy huff. It's a lot like the mock cat fights popularized, only with nudging instead of slapping hands at each other.]

[They must look ridiculous, acting little better than children, yet this thought is not particularly prevalent in Izaya's mind as Psyche's continued jabbing makes him yelp and yet again try to twist away. Though it doesn't prevent him from continuing to retaliate, not at all, and this time along with another sharp jab he attempts to hook Psyche's ankle with his foot as they walk, intending to trip him, hoping he falls to the ground]

[Psyche falls with a shrill cry but he doesn't intend to go down solo. He grabs Izaya's leg by the knee and yanks when he falls. If that doesn't bring Izaya down with him, he'll tug and kick for however long it takes.]

[Izaya may be agile and stronger than his slender form makes him appear, but having a person of equal wight wrapped around his legs and yanking at him is enough to being him down. He tries to catch himself, but ultimately end up inadvertently yelping as he ends up in a heap on the pavement with Psyche half underneath him. He's already trying to free himself and get back to his feet however, finally becoming aware of how much attention they're drawing to themselves]

[He heaves at the added weight thrown onto his chest. For a moment the air is knocked out him entirely but the second he regains his wits, he grabs Izaya by the waist and pulls him back down like an anchor. He's determined to be the first one standing and until he can get proper footing, he has no qualms with weight the other man down.

He manages to stick with his no talking rule, only grunting out incomprehensible growls of pain and frustration more befitting of a certain protozoan.]

[Another yelp as Psyche's arms wrap around his waist and he finds himself being dragged down again, then he's quickly trying to disentangle himself, attempting to pry Psyche's arms away from him as he too maintains his the no talking rule.

The sounds the other is currently making do remind Izaya of that certain brute, and it leads him to attempt to once again jab his elbow into Psyche's ribs in an effort to silence him. He doesn't want to have to think about that certain someone on top of everything else, thank you very much :T]

[In their wrestle to the top, Psyche has to clamp his mouth shut before he shouts anything. It's getting to the point where the silence is bothering even him. It's not a problem when he does it but he doesn't appreciate the same medicine from Izaya.

Psyche aimlessly jams his knee anywhere it will connect. Where he kicks is hardly a priority at the moment, fretting more over the fact he can't tell if he's clawing at Izaya's fur coat or his own. He'd make a house cat proud with his clawing desperation but he's not very fond of the idea of ripping his own cuff.]

[The silence is now more than tedious to Izaya, given his usual preference towards being verbose, and this game long lost any of the slight appeal it may have had when they started, but he's stubborn and dislikes the idea of allowing Psyche to 'win'. Besides, it was the double who started it, so it seems only right to Izaya that he'd be the one to finish it.

Then Psyche's knee connects fiercely with Izaya's abdomen and momentarily robs him of his ability to breathe, his own attempts to move briefly coming to a standstill beneath the scratching and clawing of his counterpart. He'll be moving again in a moment, just as soon as the pain recedes just a little and he's able to catch his breath, but he's doubtlessly providing the other man with an opening just the same]

[Keen on seizing any opportunity to pull the informant down, Psyche coughs nearly in Izaya's face instead of taking a moment to gather his breath. He starts to throw his entire weight into every swing, mostly because it's easier to throw himself at Izaya completely than try to hold him down and then strike. Their struggle isn't the most intense battle he's fought but Izaya is a formidable opponent and he's never been one to actually receive most hits. He whines with the next fling, endeavoring to pin Izaya down for good.]

[It's hardly what Izaya would call an arduous battle either, not by any standards, and yet all that flailing and swinging is incredibly distracting, and at close range having someone who's weight must be equal to his own flung against him it makes it more difficult than he would have imagined to get away. Embarrassing really, given that he could tangle with the likes of Shizu-chan and still manage to get away without any real difficulty, and yet now he finds himself pinned beneath his desperately flailing counterpart and loathe as he is to accept it, it's easier to keep still and allow himself to be held down than to keep struggling]

[While he's not winning, he's not losing either, not with Izaya pinned down like this. Psyche would allow himself one long hum of near victory if not for the fact he could barely breathe with the burden of Izaya weight down on him. He sucks in whatever breath he can muster before rolling over, consequently pinning Izaya on his stomach to the ground. He releases the informant then, but not before sitting on the small of his back triumphantly for some seconds.]

[And with a grunt he finds himself pinned flat to the ground, cheek pressed against the pavement. It's mildly humiliating to have his double hold him down like this, rudely sitting on his back as though he's some kind of vanquished animal. Sometimes he has to wonder why - and how - he endures Psyche at all.

He pulls himself to his feet quickly as soon as he's released, brushing of his clothes and casting dark looks in the direction of anyone who happens to be watching. This is not a game he is particularly enjoying]

[He hardly pays any attention to whatever crowd has formed around him. The only thing Psyche is concerned with at this point is flashing him one long, broad, sunny smile. Right now he doesn't have to hum, doesn't have to sing, doesn't have to speak, doesn't have to do anything for his sugary sweet grin to convey how absurdly amused he is by this toddler victory.

He grabs Izaya's hand and scratches until his fingers slip between the other man's, simply grinning. Now he's content, he just wants to rub it in.]

[It's highly tempting to just punch Psyche in the face and wipe that idiotic grin right off it, but Izaya is not the type to give in to mindless violence (that's more Shizu-chan's forte), and so he just stands stiffly as the other man forces their hands together, giving it a moody shake to show he is displeased and would rather Psyche isn't touching him right now. But he huffs, and begins to walk briskly back in the direction of his apartment]

Ah, I'm sick of this. We're going home.

[A small inconvenience but nothing he can't work to his advantage. Psyche is well aware that once Izaya enters his apartment, he can zip straight to work and ignore him. But for now he swings their arms side to side and skips a pace ahead. If he's the one leading the direction, maybe he can swerve elsewhere at the last second.]

[And Izaya makes no attempt to prevent him from leading for the moment, still scowling a little at his double's back and allowing himself to be slightly pulled along as they head in the direction of his apartment. He's planning to ditch him as soon as they get inside, of course, just as the other suspects, and so for now he'll put up with the other's behaviour for as long as they're heading in the right direction]

[Psyche starts to panic with each step. There aren't too many distractions along this route and, unfortunately, there aren't any handcuffs binding them together. Even if he darts off in a different direction, there's nothing to ensure Izaya will follow suit. With his hand laced between Izaya's, he begins to pick at one of his rings, seeing if that will get a rise out of him. Wiggling off the two rings wouldn't be too hard of a task for him.]

[And this would be Izaya moving his free hand to slap at Psyche's absently when he feels him beginning to wriggle his rings; why is it that he can never keep still and just behave a little?]

Oya...

[He just mutters it quietly, under his breath]

[Probably for the same reason Izaya can't seem to stay out of trouble. It's just something that comes naturally. As for Psyche, he smiles as saccharine as can be and gives the hand a quick squeeze.]

Can't I try them on?

[He always finds it just a little disturbing to see that kind of look on a face that so closely resembles his own. He just raises a brow, however, turning his face in order to regard his double more fully]

If I let you try them on, you wouldn't give them back.

[Sorry, is this face bothering you? The smile grows.]

I'll give them back! I don't want them anyway. I just want to see how big your hands are.

[His fashion sense is better. He don't need yo' bling.]

[Really, it is a little disturbing to see. He'll be looking away quickly now.]

And is there any particular reason why I should trust you? Besides, you must know how big my hands are by now. You've seen them often enough.

[Step, step, stepping closer.]

I'm supposed to be able to tell just by looking? Iza-chan is really scary if he can do that~

Besides, this is the quickest way! I'll just see if they fit me or not and then I'll give them right back, ne?

[And he's observing Psyche covertly from the corners of his eyes as he moves closer to him]

Ah, sure you will. You won't try to keep them or 'accidentally' drop them just to piss me off, right?

[His words are non-too subtly laced with sarcasm, here. Though he supposes if the double does refuse to give them back he can always pry them off while he sleeps. Fingers included, if necessary]

[Psyche picks up on the tone, sure, but all it does is convince him that he'll have to ditch the rings somehow so Izaya doesn't come after his fingers.]

If it's an accident, how can I know whether or not it will happen?

Don't be obtuse.

[And he turns to look at Psyche more fully, though his expression is still far from lacking in suspicion. They may have their (dramatic) differences, but Izaya feels there are enough similarities to suspect nothing but another attempt at tactical annoyance]

You can't have them, stop asking. If you really feel the need to measure my hands you can hold one of them against yours for comparison.

No?

[He expected the reluctance but not a flat out rejection. And here he thought talking back to Izaya might butter him up. Well, if that's not working, no need to continue with it. He takes hold of Izaya's offered hand and sets to prying it off himself.]

[An action that causes Izaya to come to a stop and quickly try to snatch his hand away, turning to bodily face his double now. He realises - a little late, perhaps - that this is possibly what Psyche wants, to stall him and prevent him from removing himself from the double's company too quickly, but he tells himself they'll continue towards the apartment in just a moment]

No.

[And he shrugs, rolling his eyes]

Sometimes dealing with you is like babysitting a small child.

[A manipulative, conniving child with a sickeningly sweet smile, but still]

[Psyche wrinkles his nose, considering his options. Swiping at Izaya like an animal isn't at the top of his list and it's always best to treat an Orihara with delicacy. He wraps his arms around Izaya's ribs and rubs his cheek against his chest, cooing little murmurs that practically say "Please? Please?"

The longer he can keep Izaya still, the better, and for now this will do unless Izaya starts swinging him around.]

[But Izaya doesn't start swinging him around; he just looks down at the falsely-affectionate double and huffs. He's used such tactics on him before, and he's well aware that Psyche will either keep it up until he is forcibly removed or gets what he wants. He moves to try and disentangle the other man, attempting to slip his slender hands beneath the other's arms and forcibly extract him]

I said no.

[He's shoved away without too much effort. Psyche doesn't do much besides sigh loudly and puff his cheeks out. Oh, and tug on the hem of Izaya's jacket. Insistently. Careless, you-would-mind-if-I-ripped-this-right? tugs.]

[Which prompts Izaya to catch hold of Psyche's wrist and attempt to try pulling him back in the direction of the apartment]

You'll just have to think of another game to play. One that doesn't involve either stealing or losing me property~

[Plans foiled, Psyche isn't given much of a choice other than to respond as a perfectly mature adult: he sticks out his tongue, promptly blowing a raspberry in Izaya's general vicinity.]

[Which only makes Izaya's lips curl into a satisfied little smile, considering himself to have won this round, now that Psyche has given up on the idea]

[No need to stop with the brattiness since he's on a roll now and all. He swipes at Izaya's wrist and tugs with a childish groan in the opposite direction.]

[Which causes Izaya to tug back harder, determined to drag his double back to the apartment before locking himself in his study; maybe the sharper pulling will be enough to dissuade Psyche from continuing]

[Hardly! Izaya isn't the only stubborn one set on getting his way. Psyche wraps a second hand around the slender wrist and continues to tug, now putting the full of his weight into the relentless, snappy jerks.]

[Which results in him being snapped backwards each time Psyche jerks on his wrist; he's stronger than he looks, sure, but having someone who's weight is equal to his own pulling on him like that is enough to be problematic. Finally he comes to a stop, looking irritated as he glances at his double]

Can't you stop that?

[Psyche pauses just long enough for a diabetes sweet grin to glide over his mouth. He complies but crawls up the arm paw by paw, with as much delicacy and tact as a cat. Or perhaps a kitten, as eager as he seems about it. He hugs Izaya's arm against his chest and nudges him, gently this time, toward the opposite direction. Sure, he can comply as long as Izaya complies with him in turn.]

[The look on Izaya's face is distinctly dubious as the double slowly slides his way along his arm, pulling it close in a manner that only raises his suspicion. He clicks his tongue irritably, attempts half-heartedly to tug himself free, yet he's already aware that to extricate himself now would require more effort - and probably another scene - than he's willing to provide, right now]

And where would you have us go, exactly?

[Though all he really wants is to get home and into his study, to lock Psyche out for a while]

[He responds in a carefree shrug, smile melting into something a bit more comfortable. Anywhere that doesn't include a locked room separating the two is alright in his book. He just raises an eyebrow at Izaya and cocks his head in the intended direction.]

[He gives Psyche a long, measured look as he weighs up his options, before finally rolling his eyes; there's a good chance the fierce tugging would just continue if he returned to attempting to lead them home, and Psyche has hold of more than just his wrist right now]

And if I say no?

[Psyche's smile doesn't flinch in the least. Why, there's a glimmer in his eye that nearly dares it. But he's confident that it won't come to such and only snuggles Izaya's shoulder in the sweetest threat possible.]

[Izaya's eyes narrow just a little at that, the other's 'sweet' behaviour not lost on him, and he gives just the smallest tug in the direction of home; it has no real force behind it, is no more than a small test of the double's reaction, though he's fully already expecting to comply with Psyche's demand. Perhaps he can lose him somewhere in the city and head back home without him; it seems like the wisest option to take, right now]

[One of Psyche's arms pries from his arm and wraps around Izaya's waist. Nothing out of the ordinary given how he manages to latch on like a fifth limb, even closer than hogging Izaya's arm all to himself. In this position, the tip of a blade peeks out of his coat cuffs and pokes gently against Izaya's side as if to say peek-a-boo, I see you.]

[To which he swiftly responds by arching his body away from the tip of that blade as far as he is able, with Psyche's arm wrapped around him like that. Two could play at this game, of course, Psyche is not the only one carrying a concealed blade, yet that would doubtlessly lead to more pain than was strictly necessary; he could take it if he had to, but that didn't mean he wanted to, and he may have been fast but at such close quraters it seems unlikely that he'd get away injury free. Besides, retaliate and Psyche might just go ahead and start wailing in the middle of the street for the purpose of causing a seen.

He huffs and shrugs, before motioning in the direction Psyche had indicated earlier]

Lead on, then.

[He'll make him pay for it, later, once that knife is a safe distance from his body]

[Psyche drops bodily contact to holding onto Izaya's hand only. Swinging their arms between the two, he happily skips along. If he could just get Izaya to chase him, then he could have a little fun. Seeing as the rings were a no good, he considers how Izaya's coat would look in pretty confetti pieces but even he doesn't have a death wish. He flashes one toothy grin over his shoulder but whips his head back.]

[For the moment he simply allows himself to be dragged along, arm swinging, returning Psyche's grin with a dead-pan stare as he begins to run through likely ways of losing him somewhere, dashing back across the city to his apartment and locking him out]

[Psyche is convinced that whatever Izaya does, he can do it with Psyche. And knowing full well the informant would ditch him for work in a matter of seconds, there's no reason he can't make this a business adventure. Not that Psyche knew Izaya's clients, save for a few faces who randomly mistook him on the streets or a few private numbers he prank called on one occasion. No, this wouldn't be a business trip of that sort; it was more of guiding Izaya right into the middle of a petty crime which would, after some carefully planned reconstruction of the facts, trace back to Izaya. Simple and easy to remedy, he knew, but that would bide him some time before Izaya could get back to his work. And in any case, Izaya scolding him was better than Izaya ignoring him.

The double's unscrupulous gaze overlooks nothing, eventually settling on a fancy antique store. If he were to suddenly run in a store and lift a small, say, necklace, surely somebody would confuse him for Izaya while he made his getaway. It would be fun to watch Izaya scramble to fix the situation after planting the evidence somewhere in Izaya's apartment and calling in an anonymous tip to the police about it. He prided himself in being a good samaritan, after all.

He squeezes Izaya's hand a bit too firmly before skipping toward the nearest antique store he knew.]

[And Izaya remains oblivious to Psyche's plot for the moment, simply clicking his tongue in something approaching mild annoyance as the other man squeezes his hand with the clear intention of causing mild discomfort. He does nothing to prevent their forward trajectory, still running though convenient places and times during their little outing that would act as suitable prompts for him to ditch his double.

Heading towards the shops only seems fortuitous for the moment; Psyche is likely to get distracted by some object or item of clothing that catches his interest, and then Izaya will have the chance to swiftly slip away]

[Guess what she's got for you, Tavros!]

[Your very own Nintendo DS with Pokemon Black!]

((Tsunpire neeeeeever tops.))

[It had honestly been hard to come up with something to actually do on their first ever date. After all, you can't really take a vampire out anywhere that involves food. And Fuuma wasn't sure what Kamui liked, apart from trying to claw off his face.]

[So he went with the old standby of a movie. No one really disliked movies, right? Or at least not all movies. And an empty movie theater ensured that they could be noisy if ~~he got lucky~~ they wanted to talk.]

Did the world you came from have things like TVs and movies?

[ W, why did he ever agree to this. Why is this sort of thing supposed to be fun? Why did the Hunter call it a date.

Kamui's not paying any attention to the movie. There are people in it with problems he doesn't have or really understand. Instead, he's making himself as compact as possible in his seat; hands on his knees, shoulders curled inward, back so slightly hunched. ]

No. [ M, mrr. ]

[Because deep down, you like him! Maybe. And it's a date because they aren't trying to kill each other.]

[It's a bit hard to not notice the fact that Kamui looks more than a bit tense. He had figured that a movie of all things wouldn't be very threatening - you are only sitting next to each other, eye contact isn't even necessary. He leans over, planting an elbow on the armrest between them.]

Really? You at least had books though, right?

[ Jumps! He resists the urge to hiss at Fuuma leaning closer, but turns to glare at him. ]

Of course. We're not animals. [ More grumbled than snapped. Mrrrr ]

I didn't mean it like that. I was just curious. [Chuckles, completely ignoring the glare he's getting. He's not moving.]

[His eyes do flick back onto the screen, watching idly. Maybe he should have actually looked up what the movies in this world were about. The title hadn't sounded bad, but it seems to be turning into a romantic comedy.]

[ His posture does relax as he glowers; at least, he doesn't seem to care as much about curling into the seat. ]

What do you care? [ Which is really the central question he'd like to get a straight answer for. He doesn't understand -- and really can't surmise -- any motivation for the Hunter's behavior. Other than possibly mocking him. ]

[Well, at least Kamui seems more comfortable being grumpy at him than just sitting together. He can handle that.]

[He hums.] Am I not allowed to be interested in you?

[ No! Get out. ]

Why. [ B| ]

I wonder. Maybe you're just interesting. [Really, he asked you out on a date, Kamui. At least part of the interest is explained right there.]

[ A loud noise from the screen -- someone yelling -- serves to remind him exactly why they're here, and he's back to hunching in his seat, looking away. ]

... hn.

[Pffft, silly vampire.] Something wrong?

[ M, mrrrr. Kamui shakes his head. It does no good to voice his doubts; the Hunter will only mock him further. ]

This is a terrible movie.

[Him? Mock Kamui? Never! Fuuma just looks amused at the comment, slouching to rest his chin in his hand, smiling. It doesn't look like he's paying much attention to the movie. He did have something nicer to look at, anyways.]

Well, that won't due. What would make it more fun?

[ Aaaaa, why are you staring at him?! F, fluster. Then bristles. Because that's safer. ]

Leaving.

[The look on his face could almost pass for a pout. If Kamui knows enough about Fuuma, he might be able to tell it is completely fake, but it is a pretty convincing act.]

I guess it can't be helped, if that's what you want...

[Standing up with a bit of a sigh, offering Kamui a hand.]

[ Kamui's made it a habit/credo to never trust anything the Hunter says or does, but if they're moving, he's willing to go along. He doesn't take the hand -- as if -- but stands, and waits for Fuuma to go. ]

[Why are you so abusive, boyfriend. He's trying to be a gentleman! But he'll start walking, moving out of the way so Kamui can take the stairs to the exit first.]

After you.

[Planning on staring at the vampire's rather nice ass? Maybe.]

[ ~~What ass?~~ He especially mistrusts gentlemen! Kamui makes a face, but goes up ahead. ]

Stop making that face.

[~~It might be very flat and small, but it is still worth staring at!~~ Fuuma just chuckles, following after Kamui. Too bad it was so dark.]

What face?

[ Kamui turns, glaring furiously. ]

That face. You can't take anything seriously. [ Mrrrrrrrr ]

I am taking this seriously.

[And to prove it - clearly - Fuuma will cup Kamui's face between his hands and give him a quick kiss. That's serious, right?]

I want you to enjoy yourself.

[ SPUTTERFLAIL. ]

Wh... [ Pushing backward, he finds a wall, but the important thing is that he got away. ]

Why did you do that? [ Reeeeeeeeed. ]

[Heee. Cuter reaction than he thought.]

Because you wanted me to be serious.

[ Kamui stares at him for a moment. He can't be completely sure the Hunter isn't still making fun of him, and it's thrown him off guard. ]

... [ Just... looks away. ]

[Silly Kamui. But then again, Fuuma wouldn't have so much fun teasing him if his reactions weren't like that.]

Do you still want to leave? We don't have to watch the movie, just because we're in here.

[ The implication isn't lost on Kamui, but through sheer stubbornness and ~~tsun~~ denial, he cannot fathom what Fuuma means. He hisses faintly. ]

What are you talking about? Do not entertain yourself at my expense. [ But, oh, his heart is beating faster. ]

[Being the annoying couple snogging through the whole movie is a right of passage though! He puts a hand on the wall beside Kamui, leaning slightly closer.]

I already said that I wanted you to have fun as well. So how should I entertain you?

[ He wants to sink back into the wall, or lean in and meet whatever the man had planned. He doesn't know how to respond and it is infuriating and he hates you so much. ]

Wha... I-- [ sldkfdl Hate. You. So much. ] This isn't fun for me. [ This indecision. This confusion and the heat in his face. ]

[So tsun~] Tell me what you find fun, then.

[He won't press any closer, for the moment, since he can tell he's getting on Kamui's nerves. Best get him to relax a little before pushing his luck more.]

[ Words fail him, so he just shoves at Fuuma with no power whatsoever, and they both know it. But anyone looking on would think it was incredibly serious. ]

[The world is just destined to think Fuuma has an abusive boyfriend. Between his face always having cuts and the shoving and hissing... The shove makes Fuuma take half a step back, but then he just leans back in to kiss Kamui again. Only not nearly as quickly this time.]

[Okay, okay, he's not supposed to be eating candy, and he knows that Kamui doesn't like it much -- or at least pretends not to.]

[But when he discovers a peach flavored hard candy, he can't help it. He picks up another one and offers his out to his brother.] Kamui, here. [Subaru's pretty sure Kamui will like it.]

[ He regards the candy with wariness, and his brother with a helpless sort of exasperation. ]

You're going to get sick.

[He knew it was a bad idea, it was always a bad idea, he could list the reasons in his sleep, but before he even knew what he was doing, there he was, looking for her]

Ariel?

[Ariel has been collecting...something (is that a bottle), so she's never far away. But she's surprised to hear his voice.]

Dick?

[His troubled expression immediately, reflexively just melts away into a smile as soon as he sees her. There was just something about her... he was such a sucker for redheads]

Hey... I couldn't stay away...

[She smiles, standing up on legs that are still weak.]

I wasn't sure if you'd come see me.

[Her smile widens.]

But I'm glad you did.

[He reaches out to wrap an arm around her waist, just to steady her of course]
I have to admit, I'm glad I did too.

[Whatever it's for, it's nice. There's that familiar feeling of lightness all over, the one she always gets with him.

Oh. But maybe she should say something and not just admire him.

She holds up the bag of "treasures" she's found.]

Look! This place is really amazing.

[He knows normal people would probably think her collecting was weird, but he found her fascination with everything sort of adorable]

It certainly is, so what have you found today?

[The moment he had heard the piano tune carry out along the quiet of the graveyard, Albert couldn't help but run. His Bouquet of flowers landing atop the fresh one laid before his, and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

It had been five long years, but now he would see her again, the woman he was promised, and now the one he hoped would promise herself to him once more. After all that had happened, he wasn't sure if the engagement still stood, but he knew now that theirs was one of love, even if it had taken him this long to figure out, and he hoped that Eugenie felt the same way. And so, following the sound of her beautiful music, Albert opened the church doors and stood at the entrance, entranced by just how beautiful the woman at the piano had become.]

E-Eugenie...?

[In five years, Eugenie had thrown herself whole-heartedly into her studies in piano, but never did she ever forget the boy who she was betrothed to. Well, at least who she used to be promised to. But she doesn't think of him that way now. Albert was everything to her: an inspiration, a supporter, and most of all-- as the priest earlier said-- her "young gentleman".

And truth be told, she was hoping he would be there to hear her play the song she made for him.

When she heard his voice from the church doors, she didn't quite stop playing yet, still determined to finish the song, but it didn't stop her from noticing him. Silently, she let her song do the talking, becoming more impassioned with Albert there watching her.]

[It had to be a stupid conclusion to jump to, but she wasn't very well known for being the most logical woman on the planet.

But there she was, sitting on the sofa at 3AM, in her nightgown that would have served an old lady, white and to the ankles. It was comfortable, and she wasn't planning on doing anything but accusing and either being proved wrong or right, so there was no need to don the lingerie she'd found for getting frisky behind closed doors.

She sat there, legs crossed at the knee, arms over her chest, lips drawn into a taut line as she waited. Idly, her foot bounced up and down, and she was torn between waiting for him to get back or just breaking down and crying before he did to make him feel guilty.

Either way, she was going to find out now, as soon as he got home, if her jealousy had roots in reality or was completely unfounded.]

(Tony Stark was Tony Stark. He always had been, and always would be. And being Tony Stark, the main person that he cared about was himself. It wasn't a good habit to have, but it was one that was hard to break, and so he didn't try. He didn't have a problem with his so called textbook narcissism, and if other people did, it was there problem, not his.

That was why he didn't think twice about it as he came sauntering in at night, muttering to himself as he removed his tie as he walked towards the living room, having to go through it to get to the kitchen. He stopped when he saw the figure on the sofa and frowned)

Uhm, hey?

[Oh, she'd heard the door open. She's all but heard the sound of the fine, expensive material of his tie rubbing against itself as he pulled the knot out. She imagined that if he hadn't seen her, she'd be able to hear the sound of him pouring a drink.

She quickly turned to look at him as he spoke, rather too quickly to be anything but planned. That foot bobbed up and down faster, and it looked as though her fingers were clutching her arms in a bracing gesture.]

It's three-thirty in the morning and all you can say is uhm, hey?

Yes?

(Tony had been yelled at by Pepper before, and yes, for coming in late, but that was when he had been late for a meeting the following morning, or something of the sort. This was different)

I wasn't expecting to see you up.

[Yes, but Pepper and he weren't...they shouldn't have been...if they were, she would...

Well, she was going to find out! She'd been nonchalant openly far too long. She would never be able to pinpoint what gave her the impression in the first place, and she'd end up apologizing by the end of it. It was most likely because she hadn't slept well lately, egging on paranoia when it really had no business even being there.]

Yeah? What, did Miss Potts tell you the light was off as of ten minutes ago or something?

[They're sitting together, somewhere in public (probably a park), she slips closer to him, rubbing his leg lightly. She doesn't want to get caught but... doing something like this is pretty damn exciting for her.]

You're really popular, aren't you?

[ She's pouting, twiddling her fingers and looking down. She really can't stand it when groups of girls pass them by. They keep looking at him! ... Stop looking at him! ]

[ Fortunately he's not really paying attention to them. ] I guess... [ Meaning: hurhur yes. ]

Like, since when did you think that though?

Oh, um, 'cause you have a nice and super cute girl beside you-- [ Oh no it's another girl passing by. Clings to his arm. And glares at said passerby... ]

[ Eyeing her. Yeah, he definitely saw that look. Plus the clinging was kind of a give away itself. ]

Are you jealous?

[ wow PUSHES HIM AWAY ] As if I'd be jealous, stupidhead!

[ But she still wants to hold his hand. :( Sad. So she slowly intertwines her fingers with his. ]

...I just don't like it when other people look at you! ...

Sounds like jealousy to me. [ He will consent to the hand holding, while offering a very brief glance in the direction of one of the other girls. ]

But, like, what are you worried about them for anyway?

[ NO DON'T LOOK AT THEM

KICKS HIM ]

Because of that! As of today, I forbid you from looking at anyone else!

[ She raises her hands up in an attempt to block his view from all girls ever. ]

[ OWWW

He would be attempting to move her hands out of the way but he's too busy rubbing his poor kicked leg ;; ]

Wai, I was only looking because you mentioned them, y'know.

And that's a stupid rule.

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Is not! It's only stupid if I tell you you're not allowed to leave your house and strap you to a chair.

...

You're like, not going to do that are you?

I mean, we could do the tying to a chair thing one day. If you really want to.

...But not for that reason, y'know? [ Hong Kong you perv... ]

[ ah yes it's been a while since the last forehead flick hasn't it ]

Don't look at your jiejie that way. [ NO DON'T CALL YOURSELF THAT IN PUBLIC WHY ]

But... mm, there are a lot better girls than me and stuff [ swings his hand ] and you're so cool and [ covers her face with both hands oh nooo ] ahh...

Yeah, that's true. There are better girls. [ Hong Kong you arse. ]

Girls who won't hit me and stuff all the time...

But, like, for some reason I'm only interested in this one dorky girl.

Even if she's a total piglet and stuff.

[ RUDE. She makes a gesture as if she wants to punch him right here and now--

Oh but then she hears the rest of that. That... gives her some confidence. ]

Can you tell me more about her?

[ D-Ducks, just in case. But oh, she hasn't hit him after all. He straightens up again. ]

Hmm...

She's kind of loud, wears a lot of pink, looks really cute but she's totally violent... Nice rack I guess. And she has a hair curl.

Edited 2012-03-15 11:35 (UTC)

Half of those weren't even compliments!

[ ATTEMPTS TO LIFT HIM OVER HER HEAD UWOOOOOOOOH ]

Wai, I did say nice rack-

[ lmfaooo omg put him down ]

[ She's going for a German suplex but it looks like she's just hugging him really tightly so she's going to give up for the time being.

Still hugging, though. She's being possessive right now. ]

That's not something you say to a girl, stupid...

[ He still might be being squished just the tiniest bit. ]

I do.

They're like, squishing into my back right now, y'know. [ hurhurhur....... hideous. well at least he's definitely distracted from looking at other girls. ]

Edited 2012-03-19 13:43 (UTC)

[ GASP how embarrassing. ]

You're terrible! [ Yet she's squishing them into his back more

while crushing him to death. ]

Pervert! I don't say anything about your abs, do I? [ She doesn't say anything because they're probably not that great HAHAHA either way she is... feeling for them anyway yeah this thread is hideous. ]

[ Boobsss *u* AND HEY HIMA SAID HE WAS SKINNY BUT MUSCULAR OKAY

either way he's kind of distracted from answering for a minute... but when he does he squirms a bit ]

Like, now what are you doing? You don't have to put me down anymore, [ because boobs... ] but, stop that.

No. [ Okay she's back to just hugging. Aaaand walking. Walking while hugging. ] You have to say sorry.

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a frosty nine

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I will be scarce today. Being an honorary Irishman and all that. o/

It's okay! I have been too, given that I AM Irish, lol!!

awww yissss jolly rancher vodka was ace and everything is green

Lmao yes, hopefully my tags will still make sense when I read them tomorrow!!

SDLKFJALSKDJF aww yeah same I have to force myself to type properly with tags

Haha, yeah, exactly!!

AHAHAHA yes it's like I HAVE TO SOUND SMART FOR THE FEW SECONDS IT TAKES

lmao exactly! Izaya is NOT the best character for drunk tagging with haha!

nooo what you need is a total crack thread with complete typos and all the glory of drunk tags

Lmao, indeed! And sorry for the slow, was hungover all yesterday and then went out again o_O

aksldjflaksjdf that sounds like an amazing time I am so jellyyyyyyy ;O;

haha yeah, it was good!! though now I feel rubbish today >"<

I can imagine. But it was totally worth eeeeeet.

It really was~~

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Sorry I'm so slow atm, RL is a pain ;_;

It's just meme shenanigans so no biggie! I don't mind waiting.

ty <33

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