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[kingwithnocrown]

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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[Izaya, on the other hand, skips over to the blanket and quite literally rams himself into Shizuo so that he can take him down onto the ground and messily onto the blanket.

It's not totally romantic but he likes the contact and it gets him ontop of Shizuo much more quickly than he would have otherwise.

He sits up a bit unsteadily on Shizuo's hips and smirks down at him, a hand still balanced on his chest.]

I'll try and make you happy more often.

[Shifting around until he slides over and eventually rolls his body over. After this complicated rearrangement of positioning that involves far too much moving to be necessary-

Izaya settles on his back on top of Shizuo's chest, with his head resting just at the base of Shizuo's neck.

Yeah, not such a bad position.]

You should come over tonight. Stay for a while.

[He's missed you, after all.]

[a_violent_end]

[It may not be totally romantic, but Shizuo likes the contact - especially as Izaya settles down on his chest. He wraps his arm around him, holding him there, not wanting him to shift away again. It's warm and comfortable, and Shizuo looks back up at the stars.]

Okay.

[Even though Izaya can't see it, he smiles a contented smile. This really is what he needed this week.]

I will.

[That is exactly what he wants to do.]