"I dare you to do it" he threatened with a venomous and furious tone in his eyes.
The way the shame subsides and the adrenaline rush helps him to forget about any unpleasant thoughts. Is almost addictive.
"Iii-zaaa-yaaa-kuun"
— Fucking under his arm, the flirtatious behavior ceases in a heartbeat.
" So touchy. "
A slight malice to his tone ; he'd bring the blade to slice, warning the other, against his arm.
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can see how the blood stains his mouth and runs down his neck to his naked torso. A crooked smile appears on his features.
"Try if you can." He moves in an attempt to land another blow.
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— The pain catches him off guard ; blood erupting from his nose, yet chokes back a laugh.
" Make up your mind, beast. "
And he's pulled the knife he carries with him, eyes narrowed.
— ... Oh.
For a moment the confidence faded, exposed he'd flinch back, but a glance to the other and he saw telltale signs of embarrassment.
Regaining himself, he'd chuckle -
" My, my... Someone's eager. "
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This... motherfuckershitholyshit
“YOU— AHG. “ He literally pulls the shirt ripping the fabric to pieces off his torso, exposing his tiny nipples. “Fuck off”
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Grabbing the collar of his shirt he pulls Izaya close to him
"Is this one? We are going to burn it ”
Yeah he can't remember what his shirt looked like
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"I'm just a bodyguard hoping to have a quiet day."
A vein is marked on his forehead under the skin, the lips puckering in a grimace that shows the gums and teeth like an animal.
“Stay away”
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“AH!?” He furrowed his brows further at him, clenching his fists and pointing his index finger at him.
“Don't call me cute, it's disgusting! And don't ever throw one of your ... hideous, poisoned-gestures of affection at me again! "
@INFORMANTSAN His frustration is clearly reflected in his eyes. The blonde rubs the palm of his hand against his face, the mischievous scowl smile clearly coming into view.
“Every time you show up you only do it to annoy me! Take your sense of food elsewhere ", taking a sip of his milkshake.
@TroublesomeFlea
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His well-polished shoe gives an exaggerated knock on the door of the flea department, the wicked smile crossing his lips with the victory of having obtained the address a few days ago.
"I-za-ya - kuuun" The sound of the bones in his knuckles is imminent.