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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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Izaya in a Santa mini? brt. *steals the CR*

[zelda_hylia]

After finding out from Ciel that the residents of Vatheon were essentially experimental subjects, Zelda had taken even more care to keep an eye out for any strange behavior from its unwilling residents. After all, she would want someone to do so for her. Upon seeing Izaya stumbling around in what amounted to a red and white fuzzy dress, her first thought wasn't "he's drunk".

No, it was "the city is doing something to him".

He didn't seem to be able to keep on his feet, so she transformed into Sheik before approaching him in case he had to be carried home, loudly so he wouldn't be startled.

"Are you quite alright?"

The fanart did this to me :|

[thetrollprince]

It..it wasn't a dress. It was a jacket. It was just..not a man's jacket entirely. There was a huge difference and he would defend this point until the day he died. Granted, if he had had his pants and boots on then his point would be harder to defend. Hm.

Izaya was preoccupied with side stepping over glass when he was approached. Something he hadn't quite expected so naturally, he flailed a bit and stepped on glass anyway. A piece slipped into his foot but he didn't seem to notice.

Instead. He froze in place- as though it'd make him invisible and..Started to grin.

"Ahah..he...of course!" he declared, gesturing all too widely with his arm. "I'm quite alright~" he confirmed, mocking the blond with a British accent.

"Just takin' an evenin strollll. Oh! Oh! Say you're that guy from before. The- guy-" he said, covering his face.

Fanart is horrible. It inspires scary, scary things!

[zelda_hylia]

He reached out quickly to try and steady him, wincing.

"Sheik. Be careful! There's glass on the pavement there. I think you stepped on it..." he clucked his tongue like a mother hen.

If at any time in those seven years that Link was asleep Sheik had gone out to socialize, he might recognize the signs of someone being drunk. As it was, he was clueless and looking very concerned. This wasn't the same Izaya that had been hopping around the rooftops with ease. It actually felt like this Izaya might hurt himself!

Scary...or wonderful.

[thetrollprince]

Izaya swayed- not entirely sure whether or not he liked this feeling. He hadn't really been drunk before so this had blown into him like a whirlwind. It was not his fault though.

"Stepped on what?" he asked, or rather slurred, and then dropped his head down. Right. Glass. "Tch," he said, and waving Sheik's help off with a dismissive hand.

"Don't worry. 'S fine. Had worse...Besides..."

That sentence didn't really finish because suddenly, Izaya seemed to feel as though there was somewhere more important he had to be because he stepped over the rest of the glass and began to amble away. Orihara Izaya needed no one! Especially not some blond. Psh. Blondes. And their blond...ness.

Izaya...you look so molestable. :| Oh, wait, I mean....Johnny should help.

[nightknighted]

This certainly was not what he'd expected to stumble upon while out walking, Minea perched on his shoulders.

Really...as amusing as the sight was on a surface-level, it concerned him; this wasn't what Izaya acted like normally. The vampire approached laying a hand on Izaya's shoulder in an effort to steady him.

"What have you been doing?"

He's totally not rape bait. That'd be a disgusting thing to think. Johnny's a hero :|

[thetrollprince]

Izaya hopped around the glass but he wasn't terribly successful in avoiding it. Instead, he stepped literally right onto it. His face remained listless though and instead, he swung his head around and stared up at Johnny for a long, long quiet moment.

"Thinkin' bout you~" he said, his shoulders raised up, cheeks flushed and a stupid grin spreading across his face. "Look at your face!" he said excitedly and reached a finger out to poke Johnny's cheek. "So handsome, hey! Look. Johnny, did you know...that you....have a cat?"

As an informant, it was his job to inform the public. Didn't you know?

[nightknighted]

Johnny winced when Izaya's foot connected with the glass and he quickly reached out to catch hold of the other man's shoulders. "Yeah, her name is Minea. Hold on." With little effort, he picked up Izaya (bridle style~) and carried him to a bench away from the glass.

"Why are you drunk?" And he set to work on getting the glass bits out of his friend's foot.

[thetrollprince]

"Ah--" Izaya's voice lifted as he was lifted and he sort of stared at Johnny for a prolonged moment. Once he was seated though, he watched Johnny through dull eyes. He grimaced as a little drop of blood beaded up from where the glass was getting pulled out of.

"Not sure," he replied quietly, looking away from the foot. "Holiday celebration?" he offered. That sounded pretty legit.

Did someone say molesting? I mean... we need a doctor here.

[xblood_lusting]

He'd gotten used to the sight of the city looking like this during Christmas. Of course, considering the season, there were bound to be merrymakers. After all, he'd dealt with his fair share back home... the barfights that got out of hand, the electrocuted from Christmas lights, the people who ate too much and the drunks. Oh, those beautiful crazy people.

Speaking of which...

Here was a great drunken mess right on the doorstep of the clinic. For a moment, Kazutaka hesitated to lock up behind him, feeling that he might need to head back in there any minute now. With a sigh, he approached the teetering, Santa-clad mess. Aha. Familiar face.

"Izaya-kun?" the doctor finally said, placing a hand on Izaya's shoulder to steady him.

Vatheon is full of wonderful people. The word molest does not exist

[thetrollprince]

He whirls around, surprised to see a familiar yet not so familiar doctor. Izaya blinked a handful of times before he seemed to focus at long last.

"Uh..nn.." he mumbled, faintly incoherent as his body slouched in towards the doctor. "You look like a professional with your lab coat and all~. I know a lot of doctors..Er..But they're all really weird." To steady himself further, he grabbed a hold of Muraki's arm.

"You're not gonna uh..hn..Cut me up. And experiment. I mean, I wouldn't totally blame you but..I like my body, you know. It's a temple."

Vatheon is full of molesters. Period. XD

[xblood_lusting]

Clearly, he was far too gone than was coherently possible. Placing his keys back into his coat pocket with a long suffering sigh, That hand on Izaya's shoulder moves around his shoulder to steady him with a touch of difficulty from the doctor's own... problems. The incoherent rambling wasn't exactly what he'd taken Izaya for but then, people were different when drunk.

"Hardly. This simply doesn't call for it and as I told you before, you haven't warranted enough of my interest to want me to perform any surgery on you." Kazutaka replied calmly. "We met before, Izaya-san. I suppose as the doctor you'd somewhat hired to tend to you, having you in this state counts as part of my job."

He manages a gentle tug in the direction of the clinic, just to set Izaya heading in the right direction. "Come here. I'll help you sober up."

Well thank God for that :3 Wait I mean.

[thetrollprince]

Unfortunately, this entire predicament wasn't entirely Izaya in general. A lot could happen in one evening though and the twenty three year old was just as likely as anyone else to be victimized every now and then. Granted it was still his own fault but...Long story.

"Oh yeah. It's because I'm a human, isn't it?" he asked with a dreadfully pathetic frown. "W-what would you say if um. I had gotten stabbed in the stomach and..I healed by the next day? Un?" he asked, recollecting that particular moment. Even the hospital staff had been a little surprised. "I did- didn't I."

That's right. He had a personal doctor. It was all coming back to him. "I should use you more. I think..I think I had a concussion a while ago. Or something..I got into a fight," he explained, trailing after him hopelessly, like a dog following after someone for food. "Why?" he mumbled, but he knew why.

"You're nice! Nyaha, nice, nice. Are you happy with your life?"

:I

[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

Can't Promise Molesting. Unlike Those Creepy Dudes Before Her.

[dystopiadreams]

Oh, look! A guy in a Santa outfit. That was pretty cute! Though she wondered if his legs were cold - that's why Selphie was oh-so proud of her candy stripe stocking. Sexy lingerie? Selphie just thinks they look cute!

Selphie lifted a hand to wave towards Izaya, but then the wine glass shattered. At once she ran over wearing, of course, sparkly red heels, and started to usher Izaya out of the way, "Watch your feet! Don't get glass in them! Where are your Santa boots?"

kfjsdkfjhksd HAHA. Well that's just fine with Izaya :|

[thetrollprince]

Selphie isn't the only one who is going to think those stockings are pretty cute. After all, Izaya had always prided himself in being somewhat of a fashion expert. It explained how his sisters could coordinate so well. Although there was still the mystery of Namie's horrible sweater and skirt combo. The colors just didn't go. Ugh.

But wait. Selphie. Those shoes. "You look ador-able!" Izaya exclaimed excitedly, noting both the shoes and stockings. It was always nice to see a girl who knew how to dress herself.

"Ahh what?" he asked, seeming to have already forgotten about the shattered glass. "Nnn I don't know. I think..somewhere..over there?" he said and pointed in a seemingly random direction. The sad thing was that he totally did have Santa boots to match. "Don't- you careful. You're...Although..The glass. Selphie, how are you~?"

:3

[dystopiadreams]

Finally! At last! Someone had actually complimented her on her outfit. It took long enough. Whoa. So she laughed happily and give a quick twirl before gazing down at her shoes, "Thanks!"

Selphie turned again to see what he might be pointing at, if there was something important in that random direction. But apparently not. It's only when he continued to speak that she put her hands firmly on her hips and shook her head.

"Izaya... You went drinking without me!"

[thetrollprince]

Oh, if she ever needed a compliment on her outfit, Izaya was the person to go to. Well no, if she wanted an honest compliment anyway. "No problem!" he cheered before his face went straight for a moment.

"Ahh...." He looked over at where the shattered glass was. To be fair, he really didn't drink. He hadn't lied to Selphie that evening. The idea of even drinking with someone...Wait. "You'd want to drink with me?" he asked, suddenly looking at her with this expression. A genuine grin slid over his face and he held his hands up.

"You know, I'm not that wasted. And the night's still young, Miss Selphie," he suggested, wiggling his fingers at the girl before he made a gesture towards the plaza. More importantly- a bar. "How about it? This is a rare occasion so we might as well take advantage."