[ It's finally happening! ]

My new Shizuo blog can be found here: @monster-with-a-stopsign

-- THIS ACCOUNT IS NOW OFFICIALLY INACTIVE --

Roleplays will be in full swing there once I clean up my theme etc. Follow and get excited, guise!

[ Update ] ;

Out Of Pudding;;

I’m going to make Shizuo into a main account rather than a sideblog cause I feel the need for a completely fresh start. Everything here will be archived for my own reference and I’m gonna keep the same url for my new blog cause... I like it, lmao.

Watch this space for updates~

- Shizu-mun out -

[ I’m back, maybe? ]

Out Of Pudding;;

Hey hey, how you guys going? I miss this damned bartender so I’m gonna be coming back for some roleplays and DRRR fandom madness. (I have classes starting in a couple of weeks but I totally need more reasons to procrastinate lmao--)

Who is still around? Imma be reviewing my drafts and seeing if I have the motivation to continue them or I’ll probs hit you guys up for a fresh starter~ Lemme know if you have a preference. May even revamp my blog with a new theme and some official tags if I can fight the laziness lel.

- Shizu-mun out -

The rest of the evening had passed in a blur and Shizuo found himself genuinely looking forward to this picnic with Masaomi. So much so that he woke early, rolled out of bed, and got himself ready two hours before the meeting time. Frustrated, the ex-bartender took to walking the streets of Ikebukuro, among the busy throng of the city’s people. Rich hazel eyes scanned the gargantuan clock tower which hung over the rest of the buildings like a overprotective mother-- it was still too early to meet him..

Shizuo sighed, feeling like a dark cloud was hanging over him. Why did it matter so much to him? Why was he so excited? Both his hands were stuffed in his pockets as his casual stride turned into an irritated power-walk. Cigarette ablaze between his lips, the blond was lost in his own thoughts, carelessly smacking shoulders with passers-by, and never stopping to apologise.

Eventually, he ended up circling the park where he’d be meeting his younger companion, counting the laps as he went to try to keep his mind busy. It went on like this for what felt like an eternity, and when Shizuo finally stopped to check the time, he realised he was late. The cigarette dropped from his lips, spiraling down to the cement.

❝ Shit...! ❞

Shizuo felt like a complete idiot as he launched himself forward, running with all his might toward the meeting spot. He rounded the last corner, headed down the path to the stairs, which is when he saw a mop of blond hair; Silent, propped up on a bento, sleeping soundly.

Shizuo tread lightly and sat himself down next to Masaomi, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He reached a slender hand up, gently ruffling Masaomi’s hair.

❝ Ahh, I’ll let him sleep for a bit~ ❞

Shizuo’s ragged breath quickened, still reeling from the massive flow of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He cocked his head toward the scattered mess of whimpering thugs that formed a circle around him, as though he were at the centre of a meteor crash site. Then there was this girl, claiming to be no one important. The ex-bartender scoffed, muscles twitching from suspicion.

❝ Tch! You really expect me to believe that? ❞ Shizuo growled and stuck a cigarette between his teeth. He’d lived in Ikebukuro for far too long and had lost a lot of trust for people, especially people who he didn’t know that just happened to show up in his life. He thought it was all a little too fishy as he lit his cigarette, sending a serpent-like cloud wafting into the air. ❝ You wanna help these scumbags? Go ahead. I don’t want anything more to do with them. ❞

Every time Shizuo received the cold end of a lecture about his ability to hurtle objects that were twice his size, he tuned out. He’d heard it many times before, but the word kill hung heavy in his mind, allowing what was left of his rage to subside into pure irritation. Shizuo walked over to one of the unconscious guys-- a scrawny, disheveled mess of a human being-- and nudged him with his shoe. The gangster moaned into the asphalt and turned over, clutching the large scrape on his arm like an upset child. The blond sighed and turned back to the girl.

❝ Well, would ya look at that? ❞ Shizuo remarked dryly. ❝ I haven’t killed anyone yet, kid. Might wanna get to know a guy before you make assumptions. ❞