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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[Yeah, well...not important.]

Neither am I. So would you be interested?

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[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Sure.

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Wonderful! <3

I'll be in the Library for a while--first floor--so whenever you have time just come by.

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[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Alright. I'll come pretty soon.

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*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･゜(n‘∀‘)ηﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* !!!!!


Oh right. Remind me when you get here -- there's something I want to tell you.

[Because that's not the most terrifying response ever.]

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[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Okay.

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[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Well, more like I want to ask you. But I don't want anyone to be find out what so in person would be best.

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[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

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...

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.

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?

But there will be no joy chortling >B|

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Of course I do. [Evidenced by the fact that he begins reassembling the pieces into proper place instead of just making them death match.]

Why, do you not?

Not even for Izaya

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Just wondering. [Yuu moves some pieces over to his side of the board.]

I have an idea of how it works.

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It doesn't matter too much if there's mistakes. Or I won't care anyway.

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Alright. [He sets the last of his pieces in place and looks at Izaya expectantly.]

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[Likewise, Izaya finishes setting up the pieces of his side of the board and since Yuu isn't going first, he will. a7 to a6. And we're also not playing out a chess game pfft.]

So, are you healed up yet? It has been a while.

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[I was going to say, DON'T MAKE ME GO FIND A CHESS BOARD. Yuu makes some move, idk.]

Yeah, pretty much.

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[l-lol. Actually for like all of 2 seconds I was thinking we should go find an online chessboard that records all the moves anyway....BUT WE WON'T. The game continues.]

That's good to hear~

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Is it sad that I thought that too?]

What was it you wanted to ask me?

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[...If it wasn't such a ridiculous idea, I'd say we do it RIGHT NAO. We are obviously the stars.]

Oh! Right, thank you. I have this idea, though it might require a bit of explanation.

I forget, what year are you from?

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[Its us.]

2007. [I think that's the year I chose, idkkkkkk.]

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[It's all good.]

Right, that's what I thought. So it hasn't happened for you yet.
[And the thought of this, whatever it is, is making Izaya grin like there's no tomorrow.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

What hasn't?

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April 1st, '09. You see where I'm going with this right?

Over in Shibuya, they decided that it was very necessary, well, to have a flash mob dance it out on a street corner. I want to emulate this, though since the ratios of Shibuya and this place are so different...[He shrugs.]

I guess what I want to actually ask you is, do you dance?