Underground Informant
Hello humans!! My name is Orihara Izaya. I love all humans, except for Shizu-chan, because he's a protozoan. So if you're not Shizu-chan, then that means that I love you! ☆ Independent Izaya Orihara RP blog ☆
“Great!” Izaya said, clapping his hands together. Picking up his documents and placing them into a small, carry-on bag, the informant met Psyche at the door, stopping for just a bit to shove his arms into the sleeves of his coat. “Let’s go, shall we~?”
*nods and closes his white coat, popping the big pink buttons though the holes and opens the front door*
How far away are we going? Are we meeting a man or a woman? Where are we going to meet them? Are they going to be nice? Should Psyche not say anything once we get there? Psyche doesn’t want to cause issues!
*at least the little android was honestly interested, even if he was more like a little child that tended to ask a lot of questions*
The informant chuckled and shook his head at all of Psyche’s eager questions. ‘Quite the little chatter box I have on my hands,’ Izaya mused in silence.
“We’re staying in Shinjuku, just heading a bit north. The client we are meeting with identified themselves as male in their e-mail. Their personality remains as neutral until we meet them ourselves. It would be best if you did remain quiet, yes. Unless they address you. If they ask you something, answer it as best as you can, alright? Although, I doubt they’ll put you on the spot.”
(( Oh, you lucky lucky duck you! I say…STAY UP FOR ALL OF THE HOURS! :D ))[ I plan to stay up until my lenses dry out =w= ]
(( Sounds like a plan! :D ))
*he smiles, then nods*
Psyche is going to finish cutting up the apples, do we need to be leaving soon?
“Sounds like a plaaan~” Izaya chirped, looking at his cell phone for the time. “Ah, yes, finish your apples and then we should go.”
Ok!
*goes back into the kitchen and works on cutting up the rest of the apples, placing them into a glass pan. He then wraps it up and places it inside the fridge, cleaning up his mess*
Izaya, Psyche is done with the apples so we can go to Izaya’s meeting!
*hops over to the front door, smiling*
“Great!” Izaya said, clapping his hands together. Picking up his documents and placing them into a small, carry-on bag, the informant met Psyche at the door, stopping for just a bit to shove his arms into the sleeves of his coat. “Let’s go, shall we~?”
“Oh!” Izaya gasped, snapping out of his day dreams. “I was just thinking, no need to worry about me~”
The informant was almost glad that Psyche had dragged him out of the depths of his own mind. He would much rather focus on the present rather than dwell on the past.
*he smiles, then nods*
Psyche is going to finish cutting up the apples, do we need to be leaving soon?
“Sounds like a plaaan~” Izaya chirped, looking at his cell phone for the time. “Ah, yes, finish your apples and then we should go.”
“I have a friend who’s a doctor. Got beaten up enough times to know how to manage a few things; like cuts, for example,” Izaya chuckled, feeling old as memories from his high school years began to play through his mind.
Well Psyche thanks you!
*sees that he gets quiet then waves his hand in front of Izaya’s face after a few moments*
Is Izaya ok, you seemed like you were really far away… and you got quiet.
“Oh!” Izaya gasped, snapping out of his day dreams. “I was just thinking, no need to worry about me~”
The informant was almost glad that Psyche had dragged him out of the depths of his own mind. He would much rather focus on the present rather than dwell on the past.
Izaya shook his head, wrapping the gauze around Psyche’s finger and tying it into a tight bow. “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, hmm? It’s nothing to cry over,” the informant could see that the android was starting to tear up.
Patting his head, Izaya assured, “Just be more careful, okay? I don’t want bloody apple bread.”
*sniffling, he listened to the informant, smiling a moment later and nodded*
Yes Izaya, Psyche feels better… and no I don’t want to make you bloody apple bread! That would be really bad… and it would probably ruin the flavor.
*thinks it over for a moment for making a disapproving face, then looks at the bandage around his finger*
Izaya is a good doctor, Psyche feels better! *smiles brightly*
“I have a friend who’s a doctor. Got beaten up enough times to know how to manage a few things; like cuts, for example,” Izaya chuckled, feeling old as memories from his high school years began to play through his mind.
