ooc. so i’m back. a bunch of stuff happened and friends, i was in the hospital for a while. i’m back now, completely recovered. or at least functioning. i’ll be back and forth as usual between @shizuiisms and here since i’m trying to adjust with both bit by bit.
like this for a starter and i’ll make one. at least short.
out of fury. pretty much going through a family tragedy here, my health’s pretty much declining and college is falling from my fingertips. so i need some more time away from roleplaying. this negativity isn’t good for me or my writing. i want to stay but i’m sorry. i’ll be back in the future maybe. i dunno, man.
“I need to know how this one ends! Does he ever make it home?” He leaned forward impatiently. “You can find out, right?”
Was his job a joke, he had questioned himself over and over again. However, he was paid for this information either way. “You didn’t exactly specify which book it was in your request, but I should be able to figure out somehow.” He honestly just wanted the money since it was rather a good pay for such a small task.
“Y-Yes.” she replied with a soft tone. “I do,” she smiled gently as she casually walked over to her little desk and set down her bag and everything else and sighed as she sipped her latte. “I’m positive you know who he is,” she said as she sat down and brushed out her dress. “well… at least you know him, not who he is since you seemed shocked by that statement.”
“Ah?” Izaya rose a brow directly at the rather timid answer. “Of course I could guess right off the bat, but I can’t exactly predict or rather read your mind to know who it is, hm?” He crossed his arms as this was rather new information for him. As his profession, it was rather his responsibility to know who his secretary was dating. “It’s really your choice to tell me though...~” He’d figure out eventually, that’s why.
Are you sure that you’d like to block thatdamndouchebag?
Amaya stood still as she looked over and began to panic. “I’m only a few seconds late! I’m sorry It won’t happen any more, please don’t cut my pay! “My boyfriend wouldn’t let me get out of bed early this morning…”
“Oh?” He stopped for just a second. Now that was information that he didn’t know about. “You have a boyfriend, hm?~” Izaya rose a brow in curiosity as he didn’t recall seeing Amaya talking to any subjects lately. Of course, Izaya had the city in his hands but, why did he oversee this?
( out of stories. ) hello fellow tumblr bloggers, this is your snapper here! please like/reblog if you’re fine with roleplaying with a personified social media rp blog, thank you!
@shinjukus-blue-eyed-beauty has awaited for the king.
“You know, Amaya... If you keep on being late to work, I’d have to unfortunately cut your payment bit by bit.” Despite that it actually didn’t bother him, he loved teasing his secretary.
@kerosene-fiend has awaited for the king.
“So let me get this straight...” He begun, “You didn’t want information on anything but manga spoilers...?” He found it quite ridiculous on how that wasn’t exactly his forte in relation to the information field.
@tallblondeandangry has awaited for the king.
This was an interesting sight, he had thought. To think that a woman from down the other side of the street would yell in such a flat tone. Pivoting around to check who it was, Izaya blinked twice and gave quite a cheshire smirk. “How interesting, that even brutes can multiply.” The raven shrugged before auburn hues focused right up ahead. “Now... can’t you be any louder, ne?”
( ooc. ) like this for a starter, man.
written by silent. est. feb 2015.
Durarara OPs and EDs
look at this loser playing in his chair
he didn’t want to think that . didn’t want to think that there was any part of him that needed izaya to survive in the outside world —- would rather pretend that his incredible dependence on the informant was nothing more than mirrors reflecting . nothing real .
a hand rubs at the back of his neck . masaomi’s mouth thins , gaze fixed on the informant .
❛ it’s not quite like that . dick . ❜
A grin had continued to widen on his complexion as he observed the teenager. “It appears to me that I was rather spot on, don’t you think...?” The informant had rested back onto his office chair, swinging back and forth gently as auburn hues never left the golden gaze. “What is it truly though if I’m not spot on? And it seemed like you forgot I had a name. Orihara Izaya, just a little recap for you.”
⟨🐾⟩ — ❝Please, you shouldn’t have any room to talk seeing how you sucked just as bad! ( the same as how much your pollute the air with your petty existence.. )❞
“Now now, I didn’t exactly suck at my comeback. You’re pretty passive aggressive about this, Shizu-chan~.”
