shizuo ☣ eighth throw

[hatesviolence]

Who: Shizuo and somarium
Where: Somewhere in the city
Style: Either
Status: Open!

[anyone passing by a construction area would hear the sound of lots of metal and steel crashing to the ground. upon further investigation, they would find a familiar looking blond wearing sunglasses and in casual wear rather than his bartender suit

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[lovesviolence]

[ Amazing as always. It only came to show that Vorona wasn't ready to challenge him again because he was still way out of reach. The person that she was probably always looking for to destroy is indeed Shizuo Heiwajima. Yes, no one else mattered at this point because no one else was like him.

.....This doesn't mean she was giving up on the Black Motorbike, however. That one was something else...

She walks toward him quietly, ready to offer some help. For now, all she can do is get close, as always. ]

Heiwajima-san. Flood, left disasters, situation unfortunate. Pity, pity. I, request you allow me, take part in help.

[hatesviolence]

[...because you're not sounding creepy or stalkerish at all, Vorona.

he notices her as soon as he sets down his load (whatever number this now was) and was pulling at his shirt collar (dude, it was hot all right?) thinking about getting something to drink when he heard her.]

...Oh, Vorona. Yeah, it's pretty bad...but looks like things are getting back to normal.

Thanks for the offer, though, but I got it.

[plus he's. not sure what she would do...]

[lovesviolence]

[ /inner pouting. ]

I beg of you to not turn me down. Any help, as long as I am capable, no problem.

[hatesviolence]

[just kind of glancing at her.]

You're always asking to help...

...

...Well, whatever. I'm just helping carry this stuff around, but I was thinking about taking a break, anyway.

[wantrobotgarden]

[Finnian was just walking by when he saw someone carrying three what appeared to rather heavy poles of some kind. He didn't know what to think, but it reminded him of what he can do, although he wasn't truly sure of how much weight he could carry with ease, but he knew this guy was either like him... or really, something else completely different.]

How are you doing that?

[hatesviolence]

[blinks.]

...Doing what?

[wantrobotgarden]

[He soon points to the steel things.]

How did you carry those?

[hatesviolence]

Oh...these?

[just glances at them and shrugs.]

Just...pick 'em up.

...I'm pretty strong I guess...[not exactly comfortable talking about his obviously inhuman strength.]

eep. late tags???

[aurophobic]

[This was no surprise to Celty at all--

but what did surprise her was the fact he was wearing something different. She hasn't really seen him out of his bartender outfit. It was certainly interesting, though.

But she'll be coming up to say hello! Why wouldn't she?]

Do you need a hand? [Even though she knew he could handle it and the fact it was pretty much amazing, it wouldn't hurt to offer some assistance.]

never too late for bff tags *A*

[hatesviolence]

[hey, can't really work out in a bartender suit now can he? it would get ruined. and that would be horrible.]

Oh, Celty. Nah, I'm got it.

oh yay ;A;

[aurophobic]

[Very true.

Well, Celty knew that was the answer she was going to receive. But glancing at the construction, she had to ask--]

What are you helping with?

[hatesviolence]

Just carrying some of the heavy loads...not a lot of trucks around since they were washed away from the flood.