"Bread Can't Fly In The Sky" And So People Say That I Am Mad!
Who: break_xerxes and izalogic
When: Not long after this
Where: Izaya's place.
Summary: Trolling the network, Break happened upon another troll. Izaya clearly had a story to tell about why he was in so much pain, and Break had a few secrets about his chain that he'd found out since his last death.
Warnings: Possibly trolling each other, silly behaviour and secrets~
Humming a tune, something that was sure to give Break a spring to his step. Eyes closed (as he didn't have much use for them, anyway.) as he merrily strolled down the garden path, a slight skip here and there as he hopped over little cracks in the asphalt, it was a good memory exercise for him to do so.
Break didn't know, or care, if it was before, near, or after the siren, Mad Hatter was stronger now and if it was dark it only made it easier for him to travel around in the shadows. Having hunted with Walter as a hobby now and then, Break was sure he'd encountered each and every monster this place had to throw at him... and he could handle most alone with the greatest of easy.
Tossing the pot of Miss Sharon's yogurt from hand to hand, taking off his hat and setting it upon his head, before wiggling an arm and catching the very same pot as it tumbled of from his sleeve, he seemed to be in high spirits. After a short while, when he felt he was close enough to Izaya's home, Break dropped to his knees and crawled into a bush... sure it must have looked odd, but it took him to his destination as only a few moments later, there was a rat-a-tat-tatting coming from the cupboard under Izaya's kitchen sink.
When: Not long after this
Where: Izaya's place.
Summary: Trolling the network, Break happened upon another troll. Izaya clearly had a story to tell about why he was in so much pain, and Break had a few secrets about his chain that he'd found out since his last death.
Warnings: Possibly trolling each other, silly behaviour and secrets~
Humming a tune, something that was sure to give Break a spring to his step. Eyes closed (as he didn't have much use for them, anyway.) as he merrily strolled down the garden path, a slight skip here and there as he hopped over little cracks in the asphalt, it was a good memory exercise for him to do so.
Break didn't know, or care, if it was before, near, or after the siren, Mad Hatter was stronger now and if it was dark it only made it easier for him to travel around in the shadows. Having hunted with Walter as a hobby now and then, Break was sure he'd encountered each and every monster this place had to throw at him... and he could handle most alone with the greatest of easy.
Tossing the pot of Miss Sharon's yogurt from hand to hand, taking off his hat and setting it upon his head, before wiggling an arm and catching the very same pot as it tumbled of from his sleeve, he seemed to be in high spirits. After a short while, when he felt he was close enough to Izaya's home, Break dropped to his knees and crawled into a bush... sure it must have looked odd, but it took him to his destination as only a few moments later, there was a rat-a-tat-tatting coming from the cupboard under Izaya's kitchen sink.