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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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[kittynatsuo]

"Naa~ Isn't that a lot of noise to be making?" The twitch of the cat ears as the boy straightens his scarf and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"I really thought Santa was supposed to be quiet, very quiet~"

[thetrollprince]

That voice was familiar. Something he hadn't heard in far too long. Izaya spun around, his expression one of surprise.

"Nyaa! Kitten!" he called excitedly. Why did you have to say anything? It wasn't going to end well. Izaya practically skipped over to Natsuo, stepping onto some of the glass, not that he seemed to notice. Instead, he was much more preoccupied with suddenly engulfing the younger boy in a tight, tight hug.

"What a Christmas present."

[kittynatsuo]

You could've been anybody from behind Izaya. Apparently that wasn't the case this time, was it?

There was the frazzle of the tail at all of this "And pants. Santa wears pants." he was trying his best to keep up with this.

"What's that smell? It's like you're an old man, Izaya..." twitching of the cat ears as he tried to look anywhere else but at the guy hugging onto him.

[thetrollprince]

Well Izaya liked to think that he himself was very obvious as to who he was. Granted it wasn't his usual jacket but there was some strong resemblance.

"Ah I know! But..." he trailed off, his shoulders shrugged and he pulled away from Natsuo but grinned down at him regardless of his insults. "I suppose I felt like being comfortable for a while. It's not like you can see anything--! Unless Natsuo wants? Natsuo is a pervert," Izaya said, giggling lowly as he began to pull up the side of his jacket- just beginning to show his upper thigh before--

He dropped it back down before anything was completely shown. He wasn't like that by any means, despite what some may or may not think.

"It's alcohol, Natsuo." Wasn't that obvious? He puts his hand down onto Natsuo's head and slides his hand down over the back of his head. "You're such a cute kid. It's the ears I think."

[demon_heir]

[Mion has seen many things in her short lifetime.

This is one of those things she wishes she hadn't witnessed.]

Wh...Izaya?

[She really needs to stop closing up the shop so late at night.]

[thetrollprince]

[Mion just didn't put herself in very good situations- did she?

Not when it came to Izaya anyway. He spins around and instantly his arms are thrown out.]

Mion!!

[His joyous yell echoes around the plaza and he practically leaps over to her, sweeping her up into a shockingly tight hug.]

Nyaaaaaa, my big sister!

[demon_heir]

Guh!

[Mion stumbles back as he wraps her up in his death grip. Well this isn't uncomfortable at all....]

What the....how much have you had to drink tonight?

[She forces herself not to look too disgusted, but holy crap does he smell bad.]

[thetrollprince]

Ah...however much...

[He trails off and lets the green-haired girl go, although not entirely. No, he holds her out at arms length and grins.]

Happy Christmas, Mion. You really compliment the rest of the red and green that's already up.

[He finally lets go and sort of just stands there wobbling.]

What're you up to tonight~?