03 - False Advertising

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[Izaya's on a mission today. He's walking towards the Libary, bucket in one hand, comm in the other. It's not all that interesting until a few moments later when he puts up a network post.]

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Hey~! Does anyone feel like playing a game? <3

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text; hiii dez SNUG HER FOR ME

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Okay.

I'll see you soon.

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[Hey guess what, this icon.

Except with Karkat flailing and making dsfgkldfgbtepdsflm noises.]

text; /o/ I shall~

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Are you telling me how I dare?

www But sure, I won't.

[He drops the bucket to the ground...IF YOU CAN SMELL THIS HE WILL BE IMPRESSED.]

text; danke <3

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[ SHE SMELLS IT. ]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Yeah probably one of the greatest thing he's seen in a while.

So he's just going to sit there and watch this show like the prickish jerk he is.]

text; not a problem <3

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Well, its continued existence is kind of needed later.


So how about this? [ONLY SLIGHTLY PERTURBED BY YOUR SMELLING, MA'AM. But he's walking away from it.]

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[Karkat is wrestling this bucket like it is a monster from the deep. And when he finally gets it the hell OFF he is pretty red.

He chucks it at Izaya's head.]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[What a weird question.]

Marathon? No, not really. It's not like there's a minimum time limit or whatever.

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Oh just a few board games I got from the closets.

If you have any suggestions though, I'd love to hear~

Text -- you know, if you feel like actioning this thread up

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Okay!!

I always do

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Yuu enters the library about half an hour later. It takes him a couple minutes to find Izaya.]

Hey...

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[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

I try. ┐('～`；)┌

So which one are you?

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[Too bad Izaya passes his saving roll so he doesn't end up counter bucket'd.]

Nothing. Why?

And you wouldn't believe how red you are right now...♪

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

[The comment about being red makes Karkat choke on his retort and he hunches his shoulders a little.]

Don't fucking look at me.

[He's going to try slinking away now. CUTTING HIS LOSSES WHILE HE CAN.]

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I like games.

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Oh, hah, I didn't mean it in the literal sense. Just, could you kiss someone for that long that it would take out a significant chunk of the day?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not? Unless they sucked at it, I guess.

Oh frabjous day

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[If Izaya had a swivel chair at this moment, he would be spinning in it. Instead, he's playing like how a three year old might if they had their tineh hands on a chess set.

But he looks up and smiles when he hears Yuu.]

Hey! Go ahead and sit down.

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The cool one? I think Kitkat took that position for himself so you might want to talk to him about that.

Caloo calay

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Yuu takes a seat across from him, looking at the chessboard.]

Um...do you have any idea how to play this game?

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