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[arealbombshell]

Who: suckmylipstick & arealbombshell
Setting: The middle of Ikebukuro- probs?
Warnings: General violence of Shizuo and then probably some rampaging sex. Or something. Colorful. Like that.

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[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime carefully steps over an impact crater and a few bodies. He heard there was a brand new salon opened in this town and he wanted to check it out. What he didn't expect was flying soda machines or broken traffic signs wrecking his perfect directions to the boutique. But damn it if those things stopped him. Hajime is a man on a mission.

He walks along the concrete and stops in front of Shizuo. He'd normally tell the man straight out to move but judging by the sign on his shoulders, it looks like he's the one to blame for the damage. Best to approach with caution.]

Are you responsible for this?

[arealbombshell]

[Shizuo really didn't even notice the other. He's too busy staring blankly at nothing. Then a voice.

He glances at the other and exhales smoothly- at least taking the care to not smoke in the stranger's face.]

Guess so. What's it to you?

[He readjusts the street sign over his shoulders and slides it back down, slamming the end back into the sidewalk and squeezes his hand around the post. He turns somewhat to face Hajime. His expression doesn't hold much beyond minor annoyance and impatience. This guy better speak up soon.]

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime is a little insulted that it seems the blonde ignores him at first -- and that tone! This guy had some nerve. And in need of some serious attitude readjustments.

But more important than Hajime's threatened pride, he noticed his hair. Yes, the hair. He takes a step closer for inspection. This person isn't bad looking. He has a very handsome, manly charm, in fact. Hajime fixes his glasses, internally scolding himself for thinking such an embarrassing thing.]

Hey. Do your bleach your hair?

[arealbombshell]

[What confuses Shizuo is the fact that this guy isn't high tailing it out of the area. Most people do that the moment they realize that Shizuo might as well be a walking bomb.

He raises a brow and doesn't answer at first. He turns completely and faces this guy. Who is he?]

Yeah.

[What of it? He subconsciously touches the fringes of said bleached hair.]

Been bleaching it since I was fifteen or somethin' like that.

[This guy doesn't seem to be about to piss Shizuo off so he lets go of the street sign. It falls to the ground with a loud, ringing clatter. Shizuo doesn't really seem to mind and instead takes another puff of his cigarette.]

MEETING TWO

[arealbombshell]

[Somehow, Shizuo made it half-way across the city and somehow circled around. He's leaning up against a tree in a bit of a nicer district. There is a bit of a chain of salons nearby but he doesn't seem to notice.

No, instead, he's smoking on a cigarette and staring blankly at the sky. Today's not so bad.]

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime is in a rather perky mood, as perky as a Hajime can be. He has discreetly packed his newly bought supplies into his practice bag, his true intention for hauling it out in the first place today.

With his entire evening ahead of him and nowhere to be, he figures this is a good opportunity to check out this somewhat cute area. He catches a glimmer of familiar gold out of the corner of his eye and frowns sourly. No way could it be the same person. Why, there wasn't any destruction nearby. But just to make sure, he stalks a closer. That's too suspicious...]

What are you doing here?

[arealbombshell]

[Ah..such a nice..Oh. He thought too soon.]

Smoking. The hell do you want?

[Shizuo stares at Hajime. But then stares around them. Oh. That's what he's here for.]

Hang out in places like this often? [Heh.]

[suckmylipstick]

This is a no smoking area.

[It's not something easily known when the sign got flung somewhere...

But Hajime tenses. Any place that had an entire row of boutiques, he was sure to hang around. It didn't make it any easier to confess as a man, though.]

Where I choose to go is none of your concern.

SERIOUSLY

[arealbombshell]

[Shizuo had been FIVE SECONDS from rampaging on that guy back there but he didn't. He stalked off to another street and went through at least five cigarettes before he even started to feel the edge of anger lay off. That guy. Throwing shit at his head like that. He had some nerve.

And some gull- Shizuo had to admit...But it was significantly later in the day. He was standing in front of a bakery with a very wonderful, delicious looking display in the front window. His hands were in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth and his sunglasses slipped down on the bridge of his nose. His expression was a bit awed because they all just looked so good. It was a real shame he couldn't afford most of them but he could look, right? Right.]

BOUT TIME

[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime's day from their last meeting had been perfect. He can't remember the last time he was called a girl. He had splurged on a manicure and afternoon tea. And yes, there were manicures for men and he liked it, even if the staff performed a sloppy job compared to his own.

His face was stuck in a gossip magazine he just bought, glancing at the desserts in display. He's so smitten he can't bother to notice Shizuo right there. Ah, he wants the one on the far left. No, the one in the middle row, fifth from the right. Ahh, which one?]

They all look so good...

PREPARE FOR HORSE COCK

[arealbombshell]

Mmm [It's a grunt of approval. They totally do.]

Specially..that..

[He points to a strawberry shortcake. He takes his wallet out and checks to see how much money has. He frowns. Just short- but barely. Damn it.]

Wait. [He looks and--- It's that guy!]

MY BODY IS READY

[suckmylipstick]

Strawberry shortcake.

[Hajime says it with a smile, intuitively. He was looking at that, too.

Hang on. That voice--]

You again!?