So call me (out), baby

[demonia]

THE OPTIONS

Chii (Chobits)
Shizuo Heiwajima (Durarara!!) [[Usually post 13th novel]]
/ Kyoko Megami/Setsuka Heel (Skip Beat!) [[Same character, two identities]]
Gou Matsuoka (Free!)
Eliot Spencer (Leverage)
Kaj Fordu (Original) [[Click this link for info. More limited to various game world settings, or showing up in hopes of having one of the involved's day ruined. Kaj is also pronounced like it is in Kajsa.]]



THE HOW-TO

• Make a top-level comment choosing one of the muses above.
• Make up any scenario, even game settings if you say which!
• Can be in any sort of format. Formal/Informal/comment spam/w/e

• Some of these are probably either lacking icons or have all the good ones locked from back in their premium days. Either those or they're placemakers for when I'm not so lazy and color better icons. Not a how-to, but a heads up.

Comments

pretend this isn't super late and hyper fail (⌣_⌣”)

[hitorabu]

If it's about using his time, Izaya can think of better things to do than to track down Shizuo and follow him around. Just looking at that protozoan fills him with something like disgust, but that's just how it is, and, as always, he has his reasons for doing what he's doing.

Which isn't to say he won't bend the rules of logic a bit to have more fun with the idea. It has been a while since he's played with this particular toy, and he may as well take the good with the bad, by force if he needs to.

So maybe he's not being all that stealthy, and maybe he gets just a little too close on purpose. Maybe he's giving Shizuo every opportunity to become aware of his presence - and maybe he'll still hide from view at the critical moment, just to see how much he can irritate Shizuo before the guy snaps. It's not like that's hard to accomplish, but... life is all about the little pleasures, isn't it?

So you're saying to play double-pretend? Ooh, fancy pants.

[bartenderizing]

Turns out that, without direct trouble coming at Shizuo's head, he's rather dull. Like he's some normal person living the perfectly normal life of a debt collector and bodyguard for another debt collector. Though it's quick after Izaya's following game begins that the guy starts getting increasingly irritated. Enough so that at one point, there was the clear crashing sound of something getting tossed (or destroyed, knowing how things could go with Shizuo,) at one of the target's homes.

Sometimes it's just amazing how much Izaya could ruin his day just by being in the area and not even seen at first.

It's not too far off from lunchtime when Shizuo finally catches sight of that damn coat. So he excused himself from Tom for a few minutes, not really waiting for a response because since when is he ever able to hold off for that long. In fact, his tolerance for fleas is so short right now that he doesn't even wait to get something to go over and swing at Izaya. While doing his usual "I-za-ya-kun," a swift kick sends one of the rows of vending machines, usually bolted and grounded into the sidewalks, flying right towards the information broker's location. "Something stunk like shit all day. Should've known it was you."

pretend-ception~ ... or something

[hitorabu]

Ah, there we go... A brief wave of exhilaration is probably not the appropriate response to what, for most people, would qualify as a murder attempt, but the wait has lasted long enough, and Izaya is pleased that things are finally getting started. Watching Shizuo get ever more irritated had a certain charm, but Izaya can only summon so much patience when he's not directly involved in what's happening.

He's prepared for the attack, of course - he's been prepared from the start - and, rather than dodging the approaching vending machine, he jumps up, balancing on the slanting surface until it succumbs to gravity and settles on the ground with a loud crash. His coat billowing from the landing, Izaya stays where he is, right on top of that vending machine, because... why not? Besides, he does so enjoy looking down on people.

"Honestly, I'm surprised it took you that long. I've been dropping hints from the moment you left home." Not actually true, but close enough - and who'd prove him wrong, anyway? The truth is a matter of perception, and Izaya knows just how to create it to his satisfaction. "I almost think you're regressing even further, Shizu-chan."

just GOU for it

[sealant]

[ Holly Heights wasn't bad, really, when Makoto got down to it. He could work at something he liked, attend school, hang out, and not fight horrible midnight monsters. Even coming up on two years in the place, he had slowly let his reservations drift away. Save for a deep mistrust of the Landlord, most of the relationships he had were positive: even tough nuts to crack like Rin had eventually been opened, all the sweeter for the effort.

Then he'd turned 18 and been assigned into a marriage with Rin's sister. That...that soured the pot a little. Even under water torture (get it), he wouldn't admit that this was a pretty sweet deal. Gou was cute, friendly, motivated and cute. With that as his wife, it was no wonder that he'd try a little harder to impress.

Like, for instance, cooking up a lunch for two in the kitchen while she was off at swimming practice. When she returned, he'd be mid-stir fry, form covered with an apron. He half-turned when he heard the door open, calling out the polite response towards it. ]

Welcome back.

A+ right there. Really shows your PERSONAlity.

[deltogling]

I'm home~

[Came the traditional response only a moment after Makoto's greeting. It was good to have a pleasant routine, even if was something that simple.

Then again, Gou had adjusted and did well with the arrangement- far better than her brother did. Rin's response when the landlord paired her and Makoto together was expected, luckily not as harsh as it could've been. He was swallowing it a lot better when reminded that Makoto was nice and actually around her age, as opposed to being old enough to being both their father and/or dangerously cruel. They'll know when Rin's really come around when he starts trying to get Makoto to train in some way.

Though she really wouldn't mind how that could turn out. At this point, muscles were just something extra to top it off.

There was something just as good hitting her nose as the redhead took her shoes off by the door. It wasn't long before she slipped her camera in hand and sprung for the kitchen to peek at what was in the lunch for today. (Really, sometimes she felt like she was being spoiled. Which is a nice treat she wasn't about to deny.) It's definitely the kind of thing that should be added to the book of memories.]

Lunch already smells good. Need an extra hand for anything?

OHHHHHH SNAP

[sealant]

[ Routine helped. It was comforting, even, to see her come through the door like usual. Makoto had stayed turned, the handle of the pot cradled in one hand, to indulge himself with taking a good look at her before turning back to the work at hand.

When he had Rin watching over his shoulder, treating her well was a given. The spoiling was entirely of his own accord. ]

Just the drinks.

[ It made for a pretty good pair. He even had a few muscles of his own, born from battling rather than swimming, so it wasn't entirely terrible that they shared a bed every night. ]

How was practice?

Lookit us- Cracklin and poppin.

[deltogling]

[Not terrible at all.

As Makoto returned to the stir-fry, the shutter sound from the camera was heard. Another thing that, while wasn't constant, was more than common enough to be expected here and there. Photography was probably one of the few hobbies she had since she was home that had lasted all this time in Holly Heights as well, and didn't base itself around her brother or the swim team.]

Drinks it is.

[Snap taken, Gou put the camera down to get just that together.]

Mm, I suppose the progress is about the same as last time. It's about what I expected. The new arrivals that got recruited aren't used to nii-chan's routines or expectations.

Do you want the usual?

[Because there probably would be a usual. It sort of went into more of that routine stuff that worked out.]

It's adorbsable.

[sealant]

[ He wasn't the most photogenic, but Makoto was at least good for playing along. He turned once more to flash a peace sign at the camera, extremely at odds with his flat look, and then focused back on what he was doing. Part of married life (or so he had heard) was encouraging each other. ]

Rin-san's a hard taskmaster.

[ Though, being on the team would mean seeing Gou even more often in her jersey. That was one of his critical weaknesses, for some odd reason, and no doubt his 'wife' knew it all too well by this point. Another nod was given. Makoto leaned sideways, snagging a spice from the rack and adding a dash. ]

Yeah. I got a new case of Cielo Mist. [ A pause. The stir-fry seemed to be doing well, so he turned and gave her actual attention. ] Ah, and I bought you a cake, too.