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[thetrollprince]

Characters: Hibiya King Orihara Izaya and you~
Location: The Plaza!
Time: Evening
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open

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[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime's hipsteriffic afternoon was being unsettled by this. Hajime had avoided Izaya since their last run in. It'd been over a month now but the wounds were still fresh. However, he couldn't help it. He'd been drinking red tea with a fat, hard cover book in his hands. The pages were backed with 10pt Times New Roman font and five syllable words only found in dictionaries. He went to turn one page, happened to look over the book, and that's when it saw it. It was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen without blasphemy of his precious art.]

Absolutely not. What's with that gaudy costume!?

[thetrollprince]

Gaudy?

[The look his is giving you....!]

How dare you refer to your King's traditional outfit as gaudy! I should burn you at the stakes for that!

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime isn't afraid of that look. He only slams his book down on one of the steps. At least his skinny jeans and new thick rim glasses are stylish.]

I don't recall having a king that dresses like that. Go return it from wherever you bought it at once!

[thetrollprince]

...Ordering a king around? You filthy peasant! Just where in the world do you thing you can get away with speaking to me like that?

[He is going to strut right over towards Hajime with a hand raised. And yes, he is going to slap it right across Hajime's face. Open-palmed bitch slap.]

Now bow down to me and apologize!

[suckmylipstick]

[What...the Hell. Hajime would expect a knife stab, sure. Hell, he'd expect strangulation. But this? No. And he's not about to answer it with something as refined. Enjoy a punch to the gut.]

Who do you think you are?

[thetrollprince]

Who do I think I am?

[.....!]

I am KING Orihara Izaya!

Who are YOU?

[This basta--!! He grunts and holds his arms around his stomach almost pathetically.]

Th-that was filthy and dishonorable to do to your king!

[suckmylipstick]

Have you forgotten me so easily? I see... I should make it that you'll never forget my name. I am Hajime Tounomine!

[He cross his arms over his chest and looms down. Hipster he may be but he's not about to go easy on Izaya. He has fresh scars he's been meaning to seek revenge for. Have it in the form of Hajime stepping on the edge of the cape.]

You're no king. You're nothing more than scum.

[thetrollprince]

Why ever should I recall a peasant of your status? You are no more important to this kingdom than the smallest speck of filth on the bottom of my shoe!

[Then he freezes. His eyes widen and he stares right at where Hajime is stepping on his cape. No.]

Remove your foot at once.

[....What did he just say? He brings a curled hand to his own chest and looks almost distraught.]

How could you speak so cruelly? After all I have done for your people?

[suckmylipstick]

[He digs his foot into the cape.]

After all you've done for me...? You...! How dare you... How dare you speak to me as if nothing happened between us!

[He drags his foot away from the cape. And it won't stop there. He'll rip this damned cape off. It's like he's reliving that night. He can't think of anything except the hurt this monster has caused him and he will do whatever it takes to make that pain go away.]

[thetrollprince]

[What! Where is his cape going! No! When he hears the rip...

Absolutely not. He looks mortified for a moment, his eyes even water, but then he straightens up his shoulders and stare at Hajime.

Hajime. He can recall the evening suddenly.]

You. You're the dishonorable son from an improper family. I recall now. How you lost your temper like a wild animal. Your kind disgust me. And now you've ripped my cloak like a barbarian.

[He reaches out and snatches the ridiculous glasses off of Hajime's face. He doesn't even hesitate before he crunches them within his palm and drops them.]

That is for looking foolish in front of your King.

[suckmylipstick]

Shut up. You know nothing about my upbringing.

[Oh no you didn't. Hajime no sooner grabs for Izaya's vest and starts yanking it off, button by button. But don't worry, once he has a good grip, he's planning on ripping this unseemly vest to shreds.]

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find thick black rimmed glasses in this place!?

[thetrollprince]

Ah! Almost as hard as it is to find these clothes! Unhand me, you wench!

[He will be ramming his hand into Hajime's face. Oh wait. No. He brings his knee up suddenly and drives it directly between Hajime's legs.]

ARE YOU A PERVERT? How dare you try to undress me!

[suckmylipstick]

Wench? I'm no woman!

[That only prompts him to yank harder. Until that knee, of course. Is such a thing called karma? He falls to the ground, successfully taking Izaya's vest with him. He'd respond but...well it's kind of impossible now. If poor Little Hajime wasn't suffocated enough by the skinny jeans, this certainly did the trick. He cups the area with a loud groan. He'll just be writhing there for awhile.]

[thetrollprince]

Hmph! Serves you right!

[He'll just step over Hajime now and strut away, holding his head in pride. Although he is seriously about to cry because you tore his clothes.

He will never forget this, Hajime!]

[suckmylipstick]

Wh-Where are you...

[If you were wondering, he trailed off before he got to "going". It's hard to be threatening when you're in so much pain. But he will crawl to Hibiya Izaya to avenge himself if he has to!]

[thetrollprince]

[Nope, this king is ignoring you, Hajime! You and your ugly hipster jeans that make your dick look smaller than it already is...!]