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(Source: kitsunegaris)

alwaysworkingandneverresting:

ask-me-for-rabu:

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[] "He calls me Flea, I think we are even. Besides, I call him Shizu-chan most of the time, not dog." His eyes narrowed slightly and he shrugged, a grin appearing right after. “Yakuza are common around here. Be careful and don’t get in their way or you’ll wake up about to die in the depths of Tokyo bay."

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{"Mmm I know," She nods a little. “That Yakuza compared to the Italian Mafia are pretty brutal from——Ah, I shouldn’t end up in any trouble." Good save? She hoped so any way. “Shizu-chan…That is quite a cute name…~"

[] "Isn’t it~? He despises it. Even though I use it with all my love towards him.” This conversation was amusing for the informant. Playing the victim was a game he loved dearly, especially when it came to people who knew nothing of his real self, like this girl.

hachimenroppisprings:

ask-me-for-rabu:

[] "Woah, I’m so scared of empty threats. Are you going to remain there for the rest of the night, or do I really have to carry you? So troublesome." Clicking his tongue, the informant covered those scarlet eyes looking up at him with his hands, smirk widening. He felt like having some fun after such a long day, who could blame him?

He was able to hold himself back before now but it was just all to tempting that he moved his head just a little more and bit down on the side of Izaya’s palm hard and swiftly enough to take him by surprise.

Even if it was true, he didn’t feel like being insulted so plainly by the informant. “Fuck you…” He snarled. But he wasn’t quitting his resolve and stayed firmly in his desk chair.

[Izaya hissed when he felt those teeth sinking in his hand for a bit. Well, that was not entirely surprising, to be honest. But that didn’t mean that he was going to stop.

"Ohoho~ sorry but I don’t bottom."Was his mocking response, teasing the other male. He knew he wanted to hit him really hard, but really, he was just so easy to rile up.

hachimenroppisprings:

ask-me-for-rabu:

hachimenroppisprings:

He had to remind himself it wouldn’t be wise to bite the lean fingers tempting him ever so casually. “Shut up.” He growled with a frown and sat back in the informants chair and off his precious desk. Though he made no movement to get up and looked up at Izaya almost daring him to challenge that fact.

[] Izaya smirked at his counterpart, walking around his desk until he was behind his swivel chair. A much more safe spot to be around the other raven. “So that’s how it is. Should I carry you like a baby?”

Roppi’s gaze followed him until he was out of reach from his peripheral vision but he quickly fixed that by tilting his head backward to gaze at him while Izaya towered over the back of the chair. “I’ll sooner make you wish you were never born.” He threw back childishly. It was a threat without anything to back it up, he knew Izaya would win in a fight. He was a seasoned informant that knew how to twist people the way he wanted and managed against Shizuo. Roppi had no experience.

[] "Woah, I’m so scared of empty threats. Are you going to remain there for the rest of the night, or do I really have to carry you? So troublesome." Clicking his tongue, the informant covered those scarlet eyes looking up at him with his hands, smirk widening. He felt like having some fun after such a long day, who could blame him?

[Eating.]

hachimenroppisprings:

ask-me-for-rabu:

["Work. And some of my humans thinking they could trick me, it seems." Deft fingers flicked his forehead, trying to wake him up further. “Hey. You’re going to end up drooling all over my desk."

He had to remind himself it wouldn’t be wise to bite the lean fingers tempting him ever so casually. “Shut up.” He growled with a frown and sat back in the informants chair and off his precious desk. Though he made no movement to get up and looked up at Izaya almost daring him to challenge that fact.

[] Izaya smirked at his counterpart, walking around his desk until he was behind his swivel chair. A much more safe spot to be around the other raven. “So that’s how it is. Should I carry you like a baby?”

Roppi was startled from his gentle drowsing on his desk. Really he wondered why he hadn’t just gotten up and gone home to rest. There was no real reason for him in being here. “Why where you out so late?” He retorted with a question of his own.

["Work. And some of my humans thinking they could trick me, it seems." Deft fingers flicked his forehead, trying to wake him up further. "Hey. You’re going to end up drooling all over my desk."

Roppi exhaled while he felt the comfortable padding and leather against his back while he spun in Izaya's chair. Said raven was due home soon but he had always wondered what it was like sitting here behind this desk. It wasn't even half as interesting as he thought. A long drawn sigh in the dark room was the only thing to be heard over the bustle of the city in the barely lit room. He hid his face in his arms, leaning over the desk and fought of the temptation to sleep.

[Annoying.

That was the first word that was in the informant’s mind as he walked towards his apartment. 

The day had hardly been eventful at all; he had met with some thugs that provided him the information he needed for Shiki—— but that bunch of idiots tried to attack him as soon as he turned his back. Luckily for him he was able to see them from the corner of his eye and avoid the danger, but still.

Soon he found himself opening the door to his home, closing it behind him without even looking at it. For a second crimson eyes flashed when he saw someone sitting on his favourite chair, thinking it could be yet another nuisance he would have to take care of with his switchblade, but seeing his clone calmed him slightly.

"Any reason as to why you’re over there, Roppi?"