f-fill? yeah. [4/?]
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February 27 2010, 05:31:05 UTC
Masaomi pulled Mikado further into the building, into the slew of dancing teens who happened to be shoving food in their mouths at the same time. “I-Izaya!” Mikado shouted as soon as he regained his senses, sighing at all of the odd stares he received. He also heard people mumbling about Izaya in the backdrop, and covered his ears in embarrassment while Masaomi howled in laughter.
“Dude, chill out! If Izaya was here, all hell would've broken loose and there would be fainted teens lined up around the building! Maybe some bloodstains on the carpet, too,” Masaomi offered, forcefully tugging Mikado's hands away from his ears, “and we'd just laugh because they'd be totally screwed while we were fashionably late AND totally not screwed!”
Mikado's outburst was quickly forgotten, and teens had begun to dance and chat again while a cluster of three people lurked in the darkest corner of the room, where there weren't any blinding strobe lights or hideously huge disco balls looming overhead. They had indeed been Erika, Walker, and Togusa, all clad in the best cosplay outfits that money could buy, because they were that pimpin'.
“Hey, guys!” Masaomi called, biting his lip when he noticed the fake breasts Togusa and Walker had been using. “Or should I say... girls? Hermaphrodites?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Togusa said bitterly, obviously forced into the whole Soul Eater cosplay deal. Erika only took a long slurp from whatever the hell she'd been drinking, and scoffed.
“Well, if it isn't...” she squinted at Masaomi, mumbling slowly, “how the hell did Mikado and Yuuh-” she paused, throwing her drink at Masaomi angrily. “Masaomi! You! Are totally jealous of my cosplaying skills! It takes years of conventions to master such beautiful coordination, and-”
“Erika, no hard feelings about that cosplaying deal,” Kida insisted, smiling sweetly over at Togusa, “and about the whole 'hermaphrodite' thing...”
“I'm not letting you drive my fucking van.”
~
“Well,” Tom sighed, back pressed against the wall of the 'adult' side of the party (the upstairs was being ruled by the almighty 18+ year-olds, mostly just to have sex, so he had decided to stay downstairs), “I thought you weren't going to come.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Shizuo growled, still depressed that he hadn't been permitted to smoke inside of the building while he spotted a group of fourteen-year-olds lighting up cigarettes in a corner, “I changed my mind.”
“What are you supposed to be, anyway?” Tom frowned, taking a small sip from the cup of punch in his hand, “Heiwajima Shizuo?”
“Yeah.”
At this, Tom began to laugh until he realized that Shizuo wasn't laughing. Then he just shut the hell up and pretended nothing had happened.
~
Izaya lurked in the corner opposite of the one Masaomi and Mikado had been in, yet still was able to see them completely despite the clump of not-so-graceful teenagers. He was expecting to find Shizuo at the party as well, so he could piss him off, but hadn't quite caught on that he was in the teenager's side of the party and no one had bothered to tell him.
No one really wanted to notice Izaya smirking in the backdrop, so those who did actually notice him tried to keep their cool and convince themselves that they were just loosing the last shred of their sanity.
“Dude, chill out! If Izaya was here, all hell would've broken loose and there would be fainted teens lined up around the building! Maybe some bloodstains on the carpet, too,” Masaomi offered, forcefully tugging Mikado's hands away from his ears, “and we'd just laugh because they'd be totally screwed while we were fashionably late AND totally not screwed!”
Mikado's outburst was quickly forgotten, and teens had begun to dance and chat again while a cluster of three people lurked in the darkest corner of the room, where there weren't any blinding strobe lights or hideously huge disco balls looming overhead. They had indeed been Erika, Walker, and Togusa, all clad in the best cosplay outfits that money could buy, because they were that pimpin'.
“Hey, guys!” Masaomi called, biting his lip when he noticed the fake breasts Togusa and Walker had been using. “Or should I say... girls? Hermaphrodites?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Togusa said bitterly, obviously forced into the whole Soul Eater cosplay deal. Erika only took a long slurp from whatever the hell she'd been drinking, and scoffed.
“Well, if it isn't...” she squinted at Masaomi, mumbling slowly, “how the hell did Mikado and Yuuh-” she paused, throwing her drink at Masaomi angrily. “Masaomi! You! Are totally jealous of my cosplaying skills! It takes years of conventions to master such beautiful coordination, and-”
“Erika, no hard feelings about that cosplaying deal,” Kida insisted, smiling sweetly over at Togusa, “and about the whole 'hermaphrodite' thing...”
“I'm not letting you drive my fucking van.”
~
“Well,” Tom sighed, back pressed against the wall of the 'adult' side of the party (the upstairs was being ruled by the almighty 18+ year-olds, mostly just to have sex, so he had decided to stay downstairs), “I thought you weren't going to come.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Shizuo growled, still depressed that he hadn't been permitted to smoke inside of the building while he spotted a group of fourteen-year-olds lighting up cigarettes in a corner, “I changed my mind.”
“What are you supposed to be, anyway?” Tom frowned, taking a small sip from the cup of punch in his hand, “Heiwajima Shizuo?”
“Yeah.”
At this, Tom began to laugh until he realized that Shizuo wasn't laughing. Then he just shut the hell up and pretended nothing had happened.
~
Izaya lurked in the corner opposite of the one Masaomi and Mikado had been in, yet still was able to see them completely despite the clump of not-so-graceful teenagers. He was expecting to find Shizuo at the party as well, so he could piss him off, but hadn't quite caught on that he was in the teenager's side of the party and no one had bothered to tell him.
No one really wanted to notice Izaya smirking in the backdrop, so those who did actually notice him tried to keep their cool and convince themselves that they were just loosing the last shred of their sanity.
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