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[thetrollprince]

Characters: Orihara Izaya & Vatheon
Location: Anywhere in the city~
Time: The evening
Style: Either or.
Status: Open

To every story, there's two sides. To this particular story- there were multiple sides.

Point A had lead to point Q in a matter of a few short hours. It was an incredible thing and Izaya was still reeling. Literally. The man was

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[prefers_head]

She's been on quite a few rides the past few days.

Alright, more than a few. Not that she could actually feel the wind through her hair, as she had no hair. Just another Dullahan riding her headless horse disguised as a motorcycle. NO BIG DEAL

:3

[thetrollprince]

Their last discussion had left Izaya with a good feeling. It wasn't too often that Izaya got to creep under the courier's skin like that and she had put herself out there to be totally victimized. Izaya had laughed over that for a nice long while. Although now it seemed like karma had a way of getting back at him- at least a little bit. Of all people to stumble across him drunk, Celty probably wasn't one of the best.

...Granted, she also wasn't that dangerous. While Izaya didn't treat her completely well, he had some faith that she wouldn't ever really do anything to intentionally hurt him. Threaten maybe, but hurt- not.

It was impossible for him not to hear the wail of that motorcycle. That echoing screech of a well-hidden horse.

"Celty Sturluson!" he exclaimed, arms held out to his sides in grand display of greeting. He spun around on heel, stepping on the glass obliviously as he smirked at Celty.

"It's been such a long time. Gosh, how have you been?" he asked, quite literally skipping over towards Celty. Granted it was clumsy

[prefers_head]

She could just feel her anger stir in those choice of words. It was the sort of greeting that was ignorant to--oh, I don't know--acting like a total ass during their last conversation?

Of course, his current state didn't do him any good. He was still carefree as ever, but his appearance was quite... different... When did he stop caring enough to go skipping around like this?

Some concern decided to linger, but then she was reminded of that conversation. Again and again. Would she help him? SHOULD she help him?

Ah. Maybe she should actually answer his questions first.

No reason.|
The PDA stood as the brick wall between a Dullahan and a clumsy looking man. She does appreciate personal space, you know.

Can you even read this?|

[thetrollprince]

To be fair, Izaya had a list of complicated reasons as to how he had ended up like this. All of which were quite personal and probably something he'd consider regretting later. Except Izaya didn't entirely believe in regrets and the informant, despite his embarrassing predicament involving his lack of clothing, was almost as jubilant as the surrounding decorations in the city were.

Of course she does. But Izaya didn't. That and he was having trouble reading the blurring text. Celty didn't have to keep moving it but some quiet, logical part of Izaya's brain reminded him that she probably wasn't moving the phone at all

[prefers_head]

She felt tempted to start moving the motorcycle forward and see how this clumsy Izaya would react. A mean temptation for a brief moment, but it was sort of pathetic seeing him like this.

That was enough.

Humans do a lot of things that are dangerous.
Being in love. It's nice.|

Hopeful that this conversation would turn out a bit different, despite his overall appearance, she continued to type:

Don't you ever get lonely?|

[thetrollprince]

At the statement of being in love was nice- Izaya couldn't help but make a face of mild disgust. Maybe it was the alcohol in his blood steam but he was a little on the open side.

Which would now make two times that Celty has caught him in a vulnerable moment. They had to stop meeting like this. It was really starting to kill Izaya's reputation and he wasn't a big fan of that.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned in close to read the last question. Lonely? For a moment, he recalled a day where it seemed like everyone in Ikebukuro had a hot pot party and everyone was invited except for Izaya

[prefers_head]

A headless woman could only understand so much from an expression like that. Whether it was a quarrel or something much more complicated in Izaya's own head, Celty would be unable to catch on. The question was strangely presented, but she was curious. He just might react differently with alcohol in his system?

And that appeared wrong. Not much of a fight or anything snarky about his reply, but it was "no go." She should have known...
Even like this, Izaya wouldn't let his guard down.

It doesn't?|

[thetrollprince]

It doesn't? The idea boggled Izaya's mind or it seemed so anyway. He tilted his head and put a finger to his chin as though in deep thought. Did it have something to do with love? Being lonely? Love...?

"Guh," he groaned, shaking his head. "I didn't want to think about this sort of thing tonight. What are you getting at Celty?" he asked, looking somewhat irritated now.

"If you have something to say, just say it. I don't feel like thinking about love and loneliness when I'm having a good time."

[prefers_head]

And the woman had a choice.

One, continuing prodding in the mind of an unstable guy like Izaya...
Two, actually be helpful and convince him to home.

She could hear a little voice whisper "no, no, that's not good at all." Going to that level could be a bit too much, despite how curious she was.

It's nothing.
I also don't think walking around like that qualifies as a good time.

At least for other people.|

[thetrollprince]

"Fine," Izaya said dismissively, accepting the answer well enough. He pushed off of her bike and put his hands into his pockets instead, watching the dullahan through hard eyes. What had she been trying to get at anyway...?

"Celty, when was the last time that you had a good time? And when was the last time that I cared if other people were having a good time?" he asked, because honestly. He did sort of enjoy wrecking peoples lives from time to time and that could very well include public inebriation.

In all fairness though, considering how he never drank, Izaya seemed to be suspiciously stable.

"So are you going to drive me home on that lovely horse of yours?" he asked, patting the front of the bike as though it were a horse.

[prefers_head]

That's not really up for discussion right now.|

The Dullahan had little to say at this point. She had already cursed herself with the responsibility of returning Izaya home, where he could possibly be less of an eyesore. So that means giving up on the direction this conversation was going...

Instead, there is the movement of her shoulders that indicates a sigh.

Hop on.|

[thetrollprince]

"Fine, fine..."

Izaya stepped back from the bike and wandered around to the side. He hesitated a moment as he stood next to the woman. "You know," he said, thoughtfully, "I don't think you've ever given me a ride before on your bike. Do I get one of your cute little helmets? Ahh! I hope mine has cat ears," he said, gesturing to his head with his hands.

He pulled himself a bit clumsily up onto the back of her bike and grabbed onto the bike rather than the dullahan herself.

"Allllll right. Do you know where I live?" he asked, leaning over somewhat as though to look at the face she didn't have.

[prefers_head]

Celty is busy readying the helmet just as it is mentioned. The dark substance crawling out from her sleeves should be familiar. The shadows shape into another helmet, plain and like any other. She suddenly turns and places it on Izaya's head, paying no attention to his small comments.

Turning back, she readies herself until a small realization, placing her foot back down on the pavement. Hopefully he doesn't mind her PDA shoved back in his face.

Don't fall off.|

[thetrollprince]

"Wasn't gonna..." he grumbled, not entirely nervous about the ride back to his place.

"So is Celty a stalker now too? Eheh," he snorted, leaning forward a bit more. "I never knew you cared~."

Izaya had never really minded. Not to mention it was easier for the informant not to care in his current supposed state of being.

He remained surprisingly silent for the most part though. Until that is he decided to get a little bit personal.

"So what's it like, having a lover?"

[prefers_head]

And Celty continues to ride. She is either thinking or choosing not to listen. It isn't until another minute or two that she holds back her phone with a message glowing on the screen:

You make our relationship sound temporary.|

Lover.
She didn't like the sound of it too much. Personalizing the question with his name was much more comforting-- Yes, she loved Shinra and believed it would always be that way. Her only worry was getting home and that would be it.

She reaches back one more time.

But he's the best thing that ever happened to me.|

And a brief pause.

Don't make fun of me.|

[thetrollprince]

"That's cause it is. How long is he gonna live? Eighty? Ninety years? Not forever, Celty...Unless of course.." Izaya tightened his hands on the back of her bike and tilted his head back to stare up as they rode.

"You're some sort of angel that can immortalize a man," he said in thoughtfulness, "But I doubt you know whether or not you are..."

He looked forward again and raised a brow, a jeering expression evolving on his face.

"Nyahaha! How old are you? You're seriously telling me some perverted doctor is the best thing that's happened to you? I don't get it, Celty, nyahaha, I don't get it. How can some individual be that great? That impacting on your life...?" he asked, seeming to be a little more coherent than he had been a few minutes ago.