13 - Dumb like a fox

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[A backdate to earlier in the event? I think so. And what goes well with backdates? Small children named Izaya running up and down the stairs in a perpetual loop.

His age is a little hard to guesstimate since he is rather...

short

But his need to conquer the stairs over and over again has got to say something about it. And yes, he is giggling in all manner of joyful glee.]


[OOC: Don't be fooled by this icon, all tags will be coming from babbyzaya ]

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[babbyzaya.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

*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*

[babbyzaya.livejournal.com]

[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!

[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

*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*

[babbyzaya.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

*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*