discedo_logs | wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

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wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

Who: Stocking Anarchy + Wang Yao (China) + Guests
Where: The gym's auditorium
When: 8/7: Morning time
Rating: Uh PG-13 to be safe
Summary: It's a wedding not open heart surgery
The Log:

Before the wedding can start the groom must go through the wedding door games while the bride adds finishing touches to her outfit and makeup. Once that's done they head over to the gym and the wedding can start!

(ooc: everything will be done in comments. reply to the comments with the specific subject line. the before the wedding subject lines are locked to the bride, groom, helpers, and other asain countries. the honeymoon will take place in Rina's musebox if you wanna read it. ~~though I don't think you should~~. everything else can be added as a regular comment.)

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[ Shizuo has so far been quiet and has mingled with a couple of people, but now is the time for him to be a wallflower and chill at one of the many tables set up to rest at. And that is where he will stay unless someone has other plans.

He, of course, has his small plate of treats and is picking idly at it. Ruining China and Stocking's wedding is not on his list of things to do, so he's avoiding anyone who looks like they might be annoying. He doesn't like the selection of music, but is enjoying the listening experience regardless. ]

[It wasn't often that Izaya heeded the social norms of society when it came to his peculiar fashion taste. He tended to like standing out far more than he liked blending in more so due to his vanity than for anything else. But as today was a special occasion the raven had deigned to dress somewhat appropriately by at least trading jackets to a simpler one so that attention could then be paid to those the ceremony centered around rather than to himself. (He could play nice every once in a while~)

But still, overall it was a somewhat uninteresting affair. The most fun Izaya was getting out of it was by merely watching everything play out, observing the peoples reactions, their emotions. But after awhile it began to be things he had seen before. Emotions he had witnessed at other weddings and the predictability of it was almost dulling. He enjoyed learning new things, seeing new things, not revisiting old. It was the things he didn't know about, the situations where he had to guess who a person would react, now those were the fun times. Then once his opinion was proved right he would dispose himself of whatever part he played in the game and move on to a new human toy.

But still~ But still~ But still~ He couldn't, wouldn't, ruin a wedding would he?

What kind of God would do something so cruel?]

How does the food taste?

[His scarlet eyes shine with innocence as the information broker moves up behind Shizuo when the blond turns to gather more treats from the table. Though he did not try to mask his presence neither did he try to reveal it until he was right beside the ex-bartender with a look of saccharine coyness expressed across his smiling face. ]

Edited 2012-08-14 15:05 (UTC)

[ Where there is a congregation of joyful people, Izaya is there. Like a vulture circling soon-dead prey.

The stench, of course, reaches him first. Not that the man has ever given off a truly foul odour, rather Shizuo has acknowledged that if the informant was a regular person, his scent would be agreeable. As they are now, however, the flea could very well have been bathing in gasoline.

His face turns, fingers threatening to crush the cupcake in his hand. And there he is. No word from him in weeks and he shows up to likely torture the guests at this wedding. No. No, no, Shizuo won't let it happen. Taiwan and the others spent far too long setting this up and making this perfect only for it to be ruined completely by this insect.

But Shizuo can do nothing about his presence. He has to keep calm, stay out of trouble, just for today, because it's not about him and it's not about Izaya.

So he merely tenses in his seat, glaring daggers at Izaya who's sitting too close for his level of comfort and trust. ]

Tastes fine. [ He grinds out through his teeth. ]

Which tastes better?

[Izaya seems wholly ignorant of the rage levels that were being barely contained within the bodyguard's body.

Or at least he acted like he was as he leaned over slightly to take a quick and sneaky bite from the cupcake held within Shizuo's hand. The white frosting manages to smear slightly on the informant's cheek but he doesn't notice as he leans back again with a slightly grossed out expression]

Too sweet.

[ Shizuo's hand is shaking as he attempts to reign in his anger, but it's hard with the pulse of adrenaline making his breaths a bit heavier.

He could crush him so easily, especially now. So easily; when he leans in closer to bite his cupcake, he almost tries, but bites the inside of his cheek hard until he tastes copper in his mouth. When he announces it's too sweet for his rich palette, Shizuo turns his face towards him, eyes expressing the black stain Izaya left on his heart. Too bad he's not wearing sunglasses. The louse can see everything.

He settles - with a deep scowl - for a small pleasure; reaching up to use the bit of icing as an excuse to pinch the fuck out of his cheek, no doubt reddening or bruising it. ]

Sit down.

[Izaya's eyes flash as Shizuo pinches his cheek. Quickly the informant uses his own arm to force the hand off of his cheek as scarlet eyes focus in upon Shizuo's amber gaze]

You can't tell me what to do, Shizu-chan.

[Izaya crosses his arms and gives Shizuo a glare and pout mix.]

You may ask nicely and I may choose to do as you ask. Why don't you give it a try and see?

[ Staring over at him, Shizuo grinds his teeth.

It's a good thing he drank so much milk over the years or they'd be dust by now from the constant creak of enamel.

He speaks in a low snarl, eyes darting to the side as he asks Izaya as nicely as he's able to. ]

Please sit.

[Izaya had not actually expected Shizuo to listen to him. His eyes widened briefly in surprise before a small laugh, almost a giggle, escaped his lips while a smirk spread across his face.]

Now I know you can do better than that.

[Izaya rubbed at his red cheek with a sigh before turning to plop down in a nearby chair.]

Better?

[ He keeps his eyes averted as his rival seats himself. Tries not to think of the thousands of ways he could kill him, bare-handed. ]

No. I hate you. [ His mocha gaze bores into him now, tension palpable without his shades. ] I hate your smell. I hate your face. I hate your smile, your laugh, your stupid hoodie, the stupid looks you give me, your stupid little twirls, your weirdo chess game, your personality, your life. I hate you breathin'. I want to crush your windpipe like a pretzel stick.

[ He closes his fist in front of his face and grinds his fingers against his palm audibly. ] But hell if I'll let you walk around and talk to them. They don't deserve it.

[The difference between Shizuo and Izaya was the amount of control they held over themselves. While Shizuo was perfectly readable Izaya was not. His expression did not waver, his smile remained strong and his eyes did not falter. But that did not mean Shizuo's words were not felt as they always were. Did not mean that Izaya's heart did not twist slightly and his stomach did not churn.

He was angry, He was hurt-

He was grateful.]

Is that all you have to say?

[Hate him.

He hated him.

Izaya-

Hated him.]

It is not me who endangers them. I have done nothing. It is you who is the monster ready to destroy the entire room at a moment's notice.

[It was lonely here. It was lonely in Ikebukuro. But at least in Ikebukuro there were humans to love. To feed his love to. Here he felt surrounded by monsters.]

Strangle me, Shizu-chan. Then let the bride forever remember her wedding day as the cause of death for another.

[ Shizuo's eyes flicker with something, then deaden at a moment's notice. What had it been? Anger? Confiction? Depression?

It nauseates him when that brief, black-listed thought surfaces in his mind. His heart clings immediately to it, the second it makes itself known to him, like lead to a magnet.

The same fleeting feeling he had when Izaya first arrived.

'I missed this.' ]

Don't tempt me.

[ He mutters, crushing the cupcake in his hand into Izaya's mouth and chin.

'I missed you.' ]

[Izaya had immediately picked up upon that emotion, his keen eyes not missing a beat before his curiosity was ground to a halt. Only about half the cupcake made it into his mouth and unfortunately the other half seemed to have the biggest layer of icing upon it.

The informant took a step back so that he could couch, cupcake falling out of his mouth and onto the floor as he tried to breathe past the dusty grain.]

damn-coughcough- it Shizu-chan!

[The cupcake smeared upon his hand and only worsened the mess as Izaya tried to clean himself up. There was icing upon his lips, chin, nose, and even his cheek as his glare and pouty lip returned]

What kind of plebeian uses a cupcake for a weapon?!

One who knows the target doesn't like cupcakes. [ He isn't nearly as dumb as he seems.

Shizuo leans, elbow on the table, his hand pressed to his cheek. He looks bored now, any trace of that emotion gone from his face. He has learned to adopt a poker face over time, but it's exhausting...

He wishes he had his shades on. He didn't like dealing with Izaya without them. ]

It's an improvement.

[Izaya's lip curls at that.]

So what, are you going to watch me for the rest of the night to make sure I don't cause trouble?

[Picking up a napkin Izaya begins to wipe his face off before actually bending over to clean up the mess on the floor.

He didn't like messy areas but at least to Shizuo it might have looked like he was showing concern for someone else by doing so]

Have I even done anything since coming to this wretched place?

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