~Izaya~

*HOPEFULLY Izaya will notice a bright purple grub scooting his way over the ground. He looks up at the human grub equivalent thing with his big adoribibble yellow eyes...

And promptly squeaks at him*

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[Oh look, it's out of the will of some merciful god that Izaya doesn't end up squishing adoribabby grubs so you know what that means. (Hint: The answer is F5)

HMMMM. He knows who you are, Eridan, since you are Eridan-shaped and all.

His method of greeting is approaching him, smiling, and poking at him.]

Hi!

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*Eridan squeaks in a little indignation, scuttling to the side to avoid that prodding finger. That's pretty much unpleasant. Nevertheless, he looks up at the other again, blinking before chirping at him a few times*

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[Ever the suave mother fucker he is, Izaya nods at the sound of the babby chirps. Of course he can understand you, Eridan. Or at least that's what his ~i*m*a*g*i*n*a*t*i*o*n~ will tell him.]

Okay!

[There are tiny grubby hands going for tiny grub child.]

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*He lets out a sound of alarm and tries to skitter away, but he is too slow to get far. Thus its all too easy for Izaya to get his hands on him.

Please, dear kismesis, be gentle*

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[The sound of alarm only fascinates Izaya and he stares at the Eridan in his hands.

HE STARES AT HIM.

ALL OF THE STARES...WHILE ON THE STAIRS.

And then places him on his head.]

Okay, let's go!

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*Eridan wavers a little, then happily nests himself into Izaya's hair, heaven knows he must have a ton of it. He squeaks his approval (or something like it), just staying merrily where he is*

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[Most excellent. Despite Eridan's 8923798 arms, Izaya's totally taking credit for this amazing balancing act. He reaches up and pats at him.]

I wanna go outside and play, but I can't reach the doors. So maybe you can. I bet you could.

[You can't talk? That's irrelevant.]

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*He coos a little at the pat, shifting into his hair and making a happy little grub nest in his hair. Whatever you want, Izaya, he's probably going to try and nap in your hairs*

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[ you shorter than me Izaya? :| ]

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[ lalalalal--wait. stop.

Conan.

Why are you so...tall? ]

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[ SCORE lol ]

...the knife person.

[ wtf is your name ]

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[]have all his tiny babby stares before he nods. and holds his hands up. pick him up do it do it do it.]

Are we gonna play again?

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[ .... Conan mentally sighs and picks up the baby Izaya hnggh, you're still too big and heavy for a tiny elementary kid gddit ]

Play what?

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The game from last time. That was fun. [ Izaya's not picking up on the fact that...this really isn't working. At all. Especially as he keeps squirming so he can talk to Conan :D ]

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...The dangerous one? [ you're so heavy ;A; ]

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[Oh no.

Oh noooo.

Shizzy can always spot an Izaya. But. Um.

EVEN SHIZUO HAS LIMITS. And though kicking babbyzaya down the stairs is REALLY tempting...]

Oi. Don't play on the stairs like that.

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[....nope.jpg. Izaya turns around slowly and ever the master of witty retorts:]

Why not? I don't see your name on them.

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Fine. When you fall and crack your head open, don't say I didn't warn you.

[...ihopeyousmashyourskull.gif. Shizzy scoffs and shuffles past your stupid B<]

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Ne ne ne, why are you so loud? [See this smile? This smile is entirely innocent and babby like. And he totally doesn't try to body check Shizuo when he goes by. ireallyhateyou.png]

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[UM. Izaya y u do.]

...You're going to fall.

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[Because he rocks these stairs, yo.]

Huh?

Hey, you're here!

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Of course I'm here. Where would I be?

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...Not here. [Flawless. Logic.]

But since you are, let's play!

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O-okay. What do you want to play?

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What're you good at?

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Games like tag...the kind where you run around.

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[...well. Tag is really fun. So he won't crush Yuu's hopes and dreams over that one.]

Okay okay! You're it then! [He'll tag him and then skitter away on his stumpy babby legs.]

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