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Who: Izaya and whoever wants to interact
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
Status: Open

[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.

There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.

He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.

When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.

But look.

Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!

Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]

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[ And guess who's finally caught sight of him?

He'd been around, this one. Keeping to his business, keeping mum, going through his pudding cups and instant noodles as he mulled it all over and finally calling it quits to go wandering about town. He also refuses to move out. Why? When asked, he'd just say something about liking the fact he had a bed and a prince wasn't supposed to sleep outdoors.

But maybe old habits had him wandering about during nights like this when the apartment was too quiet.

So... have what seems to be the wrapper from around a meat bun squeezed into a ball hitting the back of your head, Izaya. ]

HEY!

[OH I DON'T KNOW MY BFF LAHARL?

Yeah. Izaya was sort of wondering what was with the sudden possibility of losing his roommates. Oh wait, no he wasn't. When you make one of them jump from a building, that's sort of apart of the consequences.

....

He stops. Because did something just hit him? Narrowing his eyes, he snaps his head around to obliterate whoever just- oh. Laharl.

Yeah. Obliterating still. Dropping his things and- running- over. And when he gets to Laharl, he comes to a screeching halt and towers over him, a glint in his eyes.]

Laharl, that was pretty rude of you.

[He raises a hand to Laharl's face. Aw look, it's so cute and romantic- but then he flicks Laharl hard in the nose.]

You're living with me. Shouldn't you learn some manners?

[ Somehow, he missed it. He missed the running over and the close contact and-- ]

OW. GEEZ.

[ Physical abuse?

But anyway, he rubs his nose, frowning slightly as he looks up at Izaya. ]

Manners?! Who the hell's one to talk about manners?! First you're the one who disappeared without even tellin' us when you'd be back and then you're suddenly all over the place again! Ion was worried sick!

[ Well, he was too but buggered if he ever admitted it. ]

Boy, for a 'prince of demons' or whatever you are, you're sure a wimp.

[ANOTHER TWACK TO THE FACE.]

I am. I'm a rather prestigious house guest and people could only dream of being as polite and delightful as I am, Laharl. And hey, that's not fair, I told you that Sola and I would be gone for a while. You knew. Is this any way to greet me?

[Huffing now, glaring down at the demon.]

What, and you didn't worry about me? I'm crushed.

[Izaya sits down in front of Laharl, dropping the telescope off of his shoulders and letting the basket and blanket down.]

Give me a hug to make me feel better.

[Opening his arms and yup, that is indeed a shit-eating smirk.]

DAMMIT, IZAYA, CUT THAT OUT!

[ Rubbing face now. Sheesh, this guy. ]

Yeah, you told us. Ya didn't say when you'd be back! Still pretty damn rude if you ask me! I told you. If you ever up and disappeared for good, I'd hunt you down and kill you!

[ Unfortunately, that's all the concern he's gonna get. But it's pretty damn evident in his voice how worried he is. And there may just be the smallest hint of relief peeking out.

His head turns down though at that offer. And he does take the smallest shuffle forward though. Not the pounce hug Izaya would prolly want buuut... ]

...screw you.

Aw but Laharl!

[Izaya misses this relationship.]

Well I didn't know when I would be back. Obviously. Well, Laharl, you aren't killing me and I'm pretty sure you didn't hunt me down. Must've been that you don't care as much as you say you do.

[He's kind of messing with you Laharl but kind of not. His tone is pretty difficult to understand at this point.

.....Oh. Okay that's good enough. Izaya grabs Laharl around the waist and yanks him in for a proper hug, lifting Laharl off the ground a little bit for it. Just gonna press his face into your chest, Laharl, don't mind him. ]

Nah, you're not my type.

[ skdfkdlsldfjlsasa;;;

So he's just... stiff in that hug before he just goes limp and gives in, gripping every so slightly to Izaya's arm.

When he speaks, it's quiet. ]

They only time I said I'd hunt you down is if you disappeared from Vatheon completely, you idiot.

[ He seems to tighten that grip just the smallest bit, his only way of giving back a hug. ]

...lemme go.

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I am ALWAYS late for the party.

It makes you super fashionable though

;;; but the buffet's all empty.

No no I kept some just for you

;w; bb you take care of me so well.

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