bakerstreet | On Your Doorstep

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[Okay with either side.]

[Oh, what was this? Of all the people he expected to find on his front door, Dotachin was the last, last, last person. The absolute last! A grin on his face, a cackle on his throat, he takes the time to nudge the bruised and beaten up man in the ribs with a foot.]

Hoooooooh, are you aliiiiive? Or do I have a corpse on my porch? What a trife, what a trife...

I wonder what I should do? I mean... it's not reaaaally my place to play wet nurse, but you look so pathetic down there, don't you...

[If he could see straight, he'd definitely be glaring, but right now he's just going to try and stand up. He wasn't that bad off, not really, it's just that he'd stumbled a little coming up to the door. That was all.

And when Izaya actually answers, that's when he's pretty sure this was a way, way worse idea than he first thought it was.

The broken phone in his pocket, though, was the only reason he'd stopped here. He just needed to call Togusa, who'd definitely come help him out. He didn't think anything was broken, but the more he'd tried walking back home, the slower he was getting.

The nudge from this jerk's foot just has him giving a grunt; that hurt, bastard. His efforts to get up make him even more irritated, since he's failing at it pretty well.

Well. He'll wince after a long sigh. ]

Phone. Can you let me use your phone?

[He's not even gonna look at you Izaya, just reaching his hand up as he sits, wheezing a little, on the doorstep.]

[He giggles. That's his entire reaction to the others' groaning and nattering. A giggle. Followed by him squatting down onto his haunches to look over the ossan-like youngster, a wide grin still well-settled on his shitty little face.]

My phone? You want to use my phone? You came allllll the way here, just to use one small thing like that. You could have stopped at nearly anyone's house, but you stopped at mine.

My, my. I feel almost honoured--are you sure that's all you want? If you wanted to pay me a visit, you could just say so, Dotachin.

[Pats his face. There, there.]

Come on now, get up. Inside, and we'll see if we can't take care of your wounds. Maybe some aspirin for the pain, old man?~

[He'll just furrow his brows some, looking so put-upon. ]

Anybody else would have called the police right away.

[and now that he's saying that, Izaya should notice a few blood-stains on his clothes, a dark one near his shirt collar especially.

Kadota will look over with a weak smile that's barely there.]

I know you're not considerate like that.

Aren't you lucky? You're so very, very lucky that I'm not 'anybody else!'

[He announces this with a flourish, waving his arms as if he'd done the other some huge favour. A sigh and a smile on his self-proclaimed princelike face.]

I'm plenty considerate. Here I am, about to take you into my own home--

You could say 'thank you, Izaya!' 'You're doing me a huge favour, Izaya'!

[And he's going to grab the other by the back of the shirt, now, and drag him inside.]

[With every gleeful word from Izaya's irritating mouth, and each pat and use of the name 'Dotachin', Kadota wants more and more to leave.

It wasn't worth it. This just wasn't worth it at all--]

Ghck-

You're not even doing what I want you to do -[But with that he's dragged into the other's home, falling back some to simply lay there, looking around for something to hold on to so he can pull himself up, rolling over stiffly.]

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On Your Doorstep

Kadota Kyohei | Durarara!

as if the king would be the one hurt

scrawny jerk

that's me!

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