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[humansexual]

Who: Izaya Orihara (humansexual) & Shizuo Heiwajima (blustered)
What: Just Izaya pretending to be someone else in the dark. Basically, an excuse for them to actually interact without outright trying to kill each other right away.
When: No..w..
Where: Around the mall.
Warnings: Possible violence??

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[blustered]

[ Shizuo was pissed. Why the hell was the air so damn thick? It reeked, too. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it stank of something slimey and suspicious. That was the kind of smell he hated most, and it alone was enough to rile him up inside.

Incidentally, it was also the kind of people he hated most. Oh, oh wait. Now he knew what the damn smell was. Why hadn't it hit him earlier? There was only one man in the entire universe suspicious enough for all his fishiness to come together and materialize into a foul stench. (That was how Shizuo reasoned it, anyway. In actual fact, the many years of hunting down Izaya had made his body extra sensitive to the other man's presence, and the boiling rage slowly building up inside was but an automated response.)

Shizuo stormed through the dark hallway, gritting his teeth against the cigarette clamped between them. He couldn't see, but it wasn't a bother --he simply kicked down anything that blocked his way. His first and only concern was finding that damn louse. ]

Dammit. Where the hell

[humansexual]

[ While his sense of smell wasn't quite as... developed as Shizuo's (because really, what was that all about? Freeeeaaaak.), he was able to pick up on his voice from just about anywhere. In such thick darkness, it would easy to disguise himself, and Izaya had a talent for changing the pitch of his voice and pretending to be another person altogether. That last part especially -- you could say that was one of his specialties. If Izaya could lead Shizuo into believing that he was someone else, he could probably get away before the guy causes some more trouble. Again.

And so, Izaya raises his voice a few pitches, masking himself as a young, naive teenage boy. Shizuo was probably too stupid to figure anything out. ]

Ah, excuse me, sir, but who might you be looking for?

[blustered]

[ Why did the stench just increase tenfold? Was the louse nearby? ]

. . . I'm looking for that damn louse.

[ Shizuo couldn't tell who was in front of him, but he could feel a familiarity in the voice. He just couldn't put his finger on it again --why was today so damn screwy? Deep breaths, deep breaths. He wouldn't want to lose control at an innocent stranger. ]

[humansexual]

... Oh my. You're looking for a tiny flea? In this thick darkness?

[ A giggle. Shizu-chan was soooo simple-minded. ]

Good luck with that, sir!