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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:01 pm
Grunt Nakura was just returning from the showers with his roommate, having kept silent for most of the time when he suddenly opened his mouth. There was something that resembled a hint of distress on his features. The man didn't look Jerome in the eye but, instead, rather thoughtfully at the floor, both hands clasped on the ends of the towel around his neck. He paused just outside of their room's doorway to speak, allowing Jerome to go in ahead of him.
"Jerry-kun," he said, using his usual nickname for the man although his tone was fairly serious, "I've been meaning to ask you about something for some time. I think you should sit down and relax while we talk about this, though, so why don't I give you a massage?" He looked up with a smile. "You seem like you could use one with how hard you've been working these last few days. I myself manage to skimp out of most of the 'hard labor' stuff." The grunt entered the room and pat a chair beside a table, urging his peer in rank to sit on it backwards, with his back to him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:25 am
Silence from Jerome wasn't anything too unusual, he didn't really think much into it, though, it was a bit odd that his roommate chose to be silent through the entire walk back from the showers.
the gangster didn't question it though, seeming as if he didn't notice, or wonder why.
That look changed though when Izaya did finally speak, and wore a look of stress with it.
frowning softly, Jerome arched an eyebrow as he listened, and eventually followed the thinner man into their room.
"Alright..." He said, a little suspiciously as to what Izaya was so worried about.
eying the man as he continued on about relaxing, and a massage.
"A massage? are you serious?" Jerome said in a half laugh, having walked over to his nightstand where he had placed his gauge earrings before the shower, scratching them up and turning back to Izaya as he started to put them back into the large holes in his earlobes.
"Kinda a weird thing to offer, don't ya think?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 11:48 am
"Yes, a massage," he repeated calmly. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever had one before? Is it because I'm a guy?" Nakura asked with a teasing smirk. "I can put on my clothes first if it really makes you that uncomfortable, though I thought you were more secure in your masculinity than that. Yes, it might sound a little weird to offer, but we're going to be discussing a topic that's stressful for the both of us, so I think this is probably best."
"I find I can relax better when I'm doing something with my hands, but that usually involves my phone, laptop, or blade. None of the above would probably be best to have in my possession while I'm talking about...him." Though his tone deepened for an instant, he remained smiling as he shoved the chair Jerome's way. "It's also about your trainer crush, Izumi-chan. You still owe me for making me give her back her pokeball. So sit!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 2:22 pm
Jerome lowered his hands to fold them over his chest once his plugs were back in his ears.
letting out a little sigh as he just stood there and listened to Izaya go on about something or rather, making assumptions of why Jerome asked, and providing an explanation as to why he was suddenly offering Jerome a massage.
Jerome didn't argue further, Izaya sounded pretty serious and Jerome was starting to get an idea of what he was so stressed about. He hadn't forgotten the way Tux and Furs had looked at each other.
THAT was hatred.
"A'ight, a'ight, I got it." Pulling the towel off of his shoulder as he walked over, draping it over the back of the chair and sat down with a sigh.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 12:57 pm
Izaya was somewhat disappointed that Jerome refused to indulge his playful, verbal prods, but he wasn't really surprised that the silent man chose to remain silent. However, he was pleased when his fellow traceur finally chose to comply with his request. Grabbing a tube of something he had stowed in the drawer of his bedside table, the informant squeezed the contents out into his hand. It seemed to be some sort of lotion.
He hummed as he put his hands on Jerome's shoulders, pressing on them slightly before increasing the pressure, working in the lotion. "First things first," he said after a couple of minutes, working his thumbs against Jerome's back muscles. "Where and when did you first meet Shizu-chan, and what possibly possessed you to allow Izumi to stay with him?" He kneaded his roommate's dark skin, staring distantly at Jerome's tattoos as he worked.
"Even if Shizu-chan was any ordinary man, it doesn't make sense at all that you would let your precious girlfriend live with someone else. Are you just too trusting?" Moving from Jerome's shoulder blades toward the center of his back and his neck, Izaya attempted to massage the areas until he worked out the knots that he felt there. "I considered that before, but with your past being what it is, it just didn't make sense. A gangster would know better than to just trust some random guy he met on the street."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 11:07 pm
Reaching one of his hands over his shoulder to drag the side of dreadlocks on the right side of his head over to the front of the shoulder, making more of the strands fall in front of his eye as he leaned his chin down on arms that he folded over the back of the chair.
Izaya started first in silence, as he either seemed to be gathering his thoughts, or trying to get in a momentum as he worked his hands over the muscles on Jerome's back.
The gangster was okay to just let him figure it out, because admittedly, the massage felt pretty good.
"Some Griff's found out where she lived, they knew she was linked with me, and since I'm an ET-14... er was." He corrected himself "They started causin' trouble."
He kept his eyes fixed forward on the corner of the wall, eyelids drooping slightly.
"Group a' young punks broke in, started smashin' her shop, and were probably headin' for the apartment. Long story short, this dude in a tux of some kind shows up, starts beatin' the s**t out a' these kids, an helps me get her out safe, helped me out too, they might be kids but there were a lot of em."
Jerome shrugged lightly, though it could have probably been from Izaya working in a knot that hit a nerve.
"And ******** no I didn't trust em. But I didn't see what else I could do, she didn't know no one, Griff knew her home, wrecked her shop. He said he was a body guard er somethin', But I still had Bro hang with her for a while, sometimes Boss, things seemed to be fine, Izumi liked em, still does."
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:00 am
"Poor Jerry-kun. So tense," his roommate commented with a small smile as he worked. "You've got a lot of knots back here." Listening attentively as Jerome spoke, Izaya smile slowly disappeared. After all, with the man facing the opposite direction, there was no reason for him to put up appearances. He allowed his features to relax as he considered what the gangster had said.
"So...they're aware that you're the last survivor of ET-14, then," he said seriously. "And it's not enough that they killed the rest of your gang. I suppose that makes sense, since you could always come back for revenge...especially now that you have a new group of friends to back you up."
He moved steadily lower, kneading Jerome's abdominal muscles and lower back. "Pretty cowardly, though, going after your girlfriend. Unless, of course, that was only because they couldn't find you and hoped to draw you out of hiding." He paused and grinned. "Hey, maybe Izumi-chan can live here with us. Faleen-san and Frosty-kun would have a field day."
The informant was pretty certain this idea would be out of the question if Jerome had anything to say about it, but he thought he'd bring it up just to see what he would say. In fact, Izaya would have much preferred to have had Izumi come live with them, perhaps even as a new Rocket, than to have come into contact with his hated enemy, but there was little to be done about that now.
His eyes narrowed at the mention of said enemy. "Ah...that sounds like Shizu-chan alright. Smash things first, ask questions later. No room for reasoning in that protozoan brain of his. It's a miracle your girlfriend wasn't harmed in the process." Jerome might have noticed that Izaya's grip and pressure had become increasingly more forceful as he spoke. Still, as the skinny man wasn't all that muscular, it wasn't enough to do any real harm.
"Didn't see what else you could do?" the man laughed harshly, no humor in his tone. "For all you knew, he could have been one of them! But no, he's far, far worse, and unpredictable at that. She should have stayed at a hotel or something. Maybe with another friend. She does have friends, doesn't she? All those lovely people she showed you off to at the Halloween party?"
Having worked his way back up, Izaya's hand tightened on Jerome's shoulders, then slackened. He frowned while hearing how Izumi liked Shizuo. "Give me your arm," he told his roommate, kneeling to the side of him to work on his hand and upward.
"Bro can't tell you what that man does in his spare time, and neither can Boss. I can, however," he said solemnly. "Unfortunate as it was, I went to high school with that monster. Met through a mutual acquaintance and have been trying to kill each other since that first day."
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