10 - Always on the move

[has_signed_on]

[Oh cubicle! You're so wonderful, whatever you look like, with your six by eight space (though that's an unlikely truth), your smell of stale pink pink pink donuts, and your corporate swivel chair!

Spinning.

Spinning.

Spinning.

Spinning.]

Hahahaha---whoaoh shit!

[Did anyone see him tumble out of the chair? He sure didn't.]

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[seahorsecaesar]

*Every office needs a coffee bitch, right? Well this one's got like 20. Awesome. Here comes one now. Just in time to see you fall right on you face Izaya.

He's incredibly concerned. Can't you tell? CAN'T YOU SEE IT ALL OVER HIS SAD LITTLE CHILD TROLL FACE!?

Didn't think so.*

That looks like it hurt. *He's got paper to carry and coffee to deliver but fuck it, he's gonna gawk at Izaya. For obvious reasons*

[has_signed_on]

[Man I read that as there were 20 Eridans and for a second and I was about to get really concerned---Imean. What?

Hell, Izaya doesn't even know either. He stands up, mind you touching everything on the desk on the way there, and grins. He's mostly facing Eridan.]

Napoleon? Right now there's not a lot of looking going on, so I have to ask. Did it really?

hate yoself

[seahorsecaesar]

*He watches all of the flailing with desk bound objects, then looks back up to Izaya's face. That blank stare's not creepy or anything*

Yes it did. You kinda landed on the floor, that has to hurt.

*Unless you're one of those sensationless bastards in which case TOUGH SHIT FOR YOU. BTW yes there is a flashing neon sign of DELICIOUSO (or possibly OSHII since he's Japanese and all) over his head. And a general air of BLUH around the rest of the place*

Maybe you should..you know, clear your fuckin cube out.

i alwways hate myself :B

[has_signed_on]

[He leans against the desk casually, still mostly facing Eridan.]

You know, you're probably right. I should do that, so just wait there a second, okay?

[And man, for a guy who can't even manage eye contact, Izaya can surprisingly well make his way over to Eridan. He even avoids the chair.

And when I say "make his way" I mean he's nearly skipping.]

Alright, Napoleon. Time to move along, my unfortunate little friend.

I know.

[seahorsecaesar]

*So there's benefits to dealing with someone who's blind when you're this short. Namely they don't have to know you look them dead in the chest. He steps back just a little, and OH GAH the delicioso is closer. Shit that's flashy*

Move along? What? I jut got here! And I was checkin on you, too. And you're just gonna dismiss me like that? How dare you.

*Ah the lovely expressions of Kismessitude. Or whining, take your pick*

[has_signed_on]

How dare I? I could tell you how I dare, but I think I'll save that for another time.

Jeez, where are you? [Don't mind him, Eridan. He's just going to try and put his hands all over you now. Mostly dem horns. It's totally not intentional.]

[seahorsecaesar]

*Oh Mr. Orihara! Soo bold desu!!

Only not really. He kinda freezes up at the hands on his horns, face turning a bit purple. Luckily Izaya can't see this*

I'm right in front of you...get your hands off my horns.

*So much for that stuff he was carrying. It's on the floor now*

[has_signed_on]

[Since he wasn't aware that Eridan was carrying anything, he also doesn't care that it's currently all over the floor. Not his problem~]

Oh, yeah, sorry. I was kind of hoping to find your face--...

[The following smile could totally put any creeper to shame.]

Hey, I need you to do a favor for me. Okay?

[seahorsecaesar]

Those are most definitely not my face...

*He shifts a little uncomfortably, because FUCK that smile...and well Izaya dearest hasn't let go of his horns. So he couldn't really move if he wanted to*

What...What favor?

[has_signed_on]

See, look, you're doing a great job already. [Favor? What favor? Izaya isn't going to be explaining any favors to you any time soon.

Especially when he's way too busy leaning down and licking one of those horns and wow, jeezis, they really do taste like candy corn.]

....Issat normal or no? [Of which he's talking funny because he still hasn't quite moved his tongue away.]

[seahorsecaesar]

*In his very short life, there have been a few moments that were supremely awkward. Admitting he had a mating affection for someone who was dumping him entirely, awkward. Feeling his ashen feelings were waxing redder just in time for her to ALSO dump him, awkward.

This is eons beyond that.

This is so many sweeps beyond that time has probably started over.

He kinda stands there, utterly frozen*

...Is....I-Is what normal?

*His grey skinned face has turned a very handsome shade of purple by the way. Just for reference.

In case you were wondering*

[has_signed_on]

[Izaya so kindly restarts time by moving the fuck back -- mind you, while managing to avoid all hazardous wet papers and coffee -- still grinning.]

Are your horns edible? Like are they some kind of emergency food ration and that's why you were flipping out when we first met?

[...And is that just him or are you suddenly smelling...delicioulsy grape-like?]

[seahorsecaesar]

*Oh, is THAT all you wanted. Izaya you tease, you.*

Are the WHAT?! NO!!

*He moves back just a little, hoping to protect his horns from being chewed on. Also yes, that grape scent IS emanating from his every pore like a freshly opened bottle of grape juice. And despite the change in proximity, that fact persists*

[has_signed_on]

So that really does work this way. Okay. That makes the picture really weird, but I can work with this.

[This grape and candy corn mix assaulting him is also oddly...

disgusting.]

[seahorsecaesar]

*He happens to think his taste is that of AWESOME, but that doesn't matter a lot. He feels at his horns quickly and smooths his hair over. Filthy human messing everything up.

he loves it.*

What the hell's wrong with you? Treating my horns of all things like that...And they're not FOOD, so we're clear.

[has_signed_on]

Hey, have some sympathy for the blind guy. For all I know you could be someone else, and man, would that have been awkward.

So, you're lucky that I knew you. I guess. Let's go with that!

[There are many many hand gestures to go along with all of these words. So many gestures, all the gestures. All of them.]