— 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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— Something settled in his stomach, and the discomfort was instant. A grimace, he sighed, before quickening his step to follow close behind.
" Oh stop with the water works, you'll find another job. Or Tom-san will bring you back . "
The normally heartless man reasoned.
— The expression was that of a kicked puppy, and it left him with a feeling of... Pity? Nonsense. It was like seeing an ugly animal and wanting to put it out of it's misery.
" What, so you're just giving up? Not going to fight it? Anything? "
He was in disbelief.
Izaya was far from a man of grace. He had the reputation to, quite literally, kick people when they were down. But seeing the man so... Defeated, hit a nerve the Informant didn't know he had.
" Fired? It was deserved, I'm sure. "
A scoff ; though curiosity gleamed through.
— The adrenaline fades, and suddenly he's left puzzled. Brow furrowed, he'd follow after with little hesitation ; hands stuffed into coat pockets deeply.
" What's with the change of heart? "
He persisted, feeling a sense of rejection at the denial of their chase.
— The display of raw power was enticing ; yet the informant felt sickened by the inhumanity. With a sneer, he'd easily take off if the danger was immediate.
" Does the beast not want to play today? "
He degraded, though his tone was sweet as honey and just as overwhelming.
— A lingering hum, his gaze was that of a Hawks. Taking in each movement with sadistic pleasure, he could see the blood pumping in the beast.
" Ne? But you're Shizu-chan~ "
He was already taking a step back, not foolish enough to linger.
— Expression a mere pout, the figure would lean against a near brick wall with a dissatisfied sigh.
" Oh, but Shizu-chan. Where else would I torment you? "
His voice carried over, a sing-song note around a grin.