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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 6:18 pm
The Rocket Trainee known more commonly in his rank, and bunk-mates as 'Jerome' Had been absent the night before, and didn't show back up to base until the late afternoon. And he had returned, dirty, tired, and looking like he had got into a serious fight.
parts of his face were swollen, with a few cuts. his knuckles were split in some places.
He cleaned up, and gotten necessary bandages on the cuts, but that just added to increase the gruff appearance.
People asked him where he had gone, but he didn't give them a straight answer. Most of them guessed it had something to do with the Pokemon that he had returnd with in his arm.
A small, blue and silver Tepig, looking severely neglected, and sporting several bruises and cuts of his own.
The Tepig was treated as well once back at the base, and for the remainder of the day, trotted after Jerome wherever the gangster went.
Jerome had done a lot of thinking over the past few days, and had come to a few conclusions.
So far, able to avoid any of the higher ranks that would no doubt chew him out for being away from HQ for so long, not that he particularly cared.
Back in trainee uniform, Jerome made his way through the halls, heading toward the Grunt dorms, where one newly promoted Izaya, or as Jerome called him, Furs, was probably still getting moved in and settled in his new room, away from all the trainee bunks.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 9:06 pm
Meanwhile, Grunt Nakura, aka Furs, aka Izaya, was having some troubles of his own. Of course it wasn't anything as severe as the ordeal that had kept Jerome from returning to headquarters, but it was putting him in a cross mood just the same. He was in no state to receive visitors when Jerome and Boss showed up at his new room.
"Mairu - get down from there. Kururi, don't look at that!" the man cried, darting over to the new bed to remove the open laptop on it from the dark-colored purrloin's view. Of course, that left the boxes containing his smaller belongings wide open. The lighter-colored purrloin did as she was told and leapt down from a shelf on the opposite side of the room - the roomate's side - only to land elegantly in the box on all fours.
"Kuso...you two are such a nuisance!" Izaya cursed, holding up the pokemon named Kururi by the nape of her feline neck. She looked at him blankly. "What did your previous owners do to you two, anyway? Brainwash you to be like them?" It was at that moment he noticed Mairu peek out from out of the box with his belongings. A small pokeball was in her mouth.
"Oh, no you don't," he murmured, taking long strides across the room with Kururi still in hand.The twins had hidden their own pokeballs somewhere along with Celty's, so it was anyone's guess whose ball was in Mairu's possession. Mairu raced toward the door, but Izaya had gotten there first. He had anticipated her moves and had headed toward her most obvious exist rather than towards her directly. Snatching up the lighter purrloin, he ignored her as she mewled loudly and dropped the ball in her mouth.
"And just what do you think you were going to do with that?" he asked Mairu irritably, holding her up to his face in the same manner as her sister. Mairu responded with a playful bat at his face - only one might have questioned the playfulness of her actions had the claws on her outstretched paw made contact with her target. Izaya looked at the two in disgust before glancing back at the open door and doing a double-take.
"Jerome. Returned from another gang war, I presume? Where did you go?" he asked, his voice devoid of its usually exuberant energy. In fact, his tone hinted at his irked demeanor, even if his weary smile said otherwise. "Heh, you look pretty terrible."
Seeing her chance, Mairu bit Izaya's wrist, causing their trainer to drop both purrloins. He cursed vivdly in his native tounge and examined his injury as they disappeared under the bed. What was it with pokemon and biting him...?
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 9:36 pm
Jerome was there in time to catch the end of the battle Furs seemed to be having with two of his pokemon, Blinking as he watched the grunt get bitten and the two cat vanish under the bed.
He raised a brow, looking back up at Izaya, who didn't at all sound like he was enjoying himself, not often Jerome had heard that tone in the other man's voice.
"Yeah, well, it kinda was." The runners voice replied in his usual deep tone to Izaya's assumption. They were Griffs after all.
"Looks like you got a little war of yer own Furs" He finished, with a slight jerk of his head toward the bed.
Behind his boot, the black snout of the Tepig wigged, his blue and silver head poking out as large blue eyes stared at the bed, cautiously.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:33 pm
"Oh? Don't tell me you're out for revenge?" Grunt Nakura asked, gingerly stroking the tiny bite-marks on his wrist to see if they would produce blood. It seemed Mairu hadn't had time to sink her teeth deep enough. "You don't seem the type to hold a grudge to me."
"Eh? Oh, this," he grumbled, dropping his arm to his side. "They're just a couple of pains in my side. I'm pretty sure my sisters wired them to act just like them, because I have just as much of an idea of how to deal with these purrloins as I did with my twin sisters. Which is nothing." He glared off into the distance before leaning on the door frame and refocusing his attention on Jerome.
"But disregarding that," he continued, waving a hand carelessly, "What happened to you? Come in; sit. I'll see if I can find you an ice pack here...somewhere..." He bent over a box and rummaged through some things. "Did you go to the infirmary already? I know how much you hate it there, but it's still - ?!"
Forgetting the ball Mairu had dropped on the ground earlier, Izaya backed up and stepped on it, causing him to trip. He was usually more observant of such things, but due to the fact that he usually kept his work and living spaces spotless, he hadn't thought to look behind him until he had begun to fall. Luckily, his parkour reflexes kicked in and he did a quick backflip, snatching up the ball on the way. His landing was shaky and his expression was none too thrilled, but he wasn't hurt.
"Pardon me...I've got some pokemon to strangle," he apologized to Jerome with a smile before getting on his hands and knees to reach under the bed. A minute later, he leapt back as if he'd been stung, slamming his head into the wall behind. Murmuring a steady stream of curses under his breath, he held up the back of his hand to his eyes and pressed it there, determined not to rub it. "...How in the world do you use Sand-Attack without any sand?" he growled, having evidently gotten said substance in his eyes.
He got up and went to find his water bottle to wash them out. "Gomen, Jerry-san. It seems this isn't a very good time for either of us. Maybe you should come back later. In a week or two, when I have proper cages for this pair." Nakura gestured to the bed under which the purrloins were still presumably in hiding.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:44 pm
"Not exactly" Jerome replied, with a light shrug of his shoulder, stepping in further to the room when he was invited in.
"I wasn't the one to start it, can't exactly call it revenge."
In truth, it wasn't revenge. He can't deny that it felt really good to beat the snot out of a Griff again, but it wasn't why he initiated conflict in the first place.
"Naw, got patched up fine without the docs."
Watching Izaya starting to search around for an ice pack, about to say he didn't really need it when the Grunt seemed to run into some trouble with his two tricky cats.
An eyebrow arched, whistling softly at the impressive move the other rocket pulled off to avoid falling on his a**, and was about to say so when he dropped down and was struggling with something under the bed.
Boss, still peering out from behind Jerome had his eyes wide, snorting out steam a few times to show that he was nervous about this new guy... he wasn't ET-14! Why was Jerome going to see this fool!?
Izaya might have been in an unfortunate situation, but being in a position to stand back and watch, Jerome couldn't help a soft grin, and a chuckle.
"Cool with that man, I don't need to be here long if yer busy, I just wanted to see about gettin' that Beldum you got from the mission from you."
Right to the point.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 9:44 pm
"Ahhh...? Why would someone choose to pick a fight with you?" Izaya asked, tossing the pokeball still in his hands onto the bed beside Jerome before rinsing out his eyes with the water. "Did someone recognize you from the good ol' days?"
The twin purrloin, taking advantage of their trainer's temporarily blind state, crept out from under the bed to investigate the newcomers. Kururi climbed into Jerome's lap and settled there comfortably while Mairu sniffed Boss and chirred at him. "Purrrrrloin," she greeted with a bright smile, tickling the Tepig under his chin with her tail.
"Beldum?" The informant looked up so suddenly that he tipped the water bottle over, dumping the remaining contents all over his head. He froze, determined not to lose it in front of Jerome, and mildly tossed the bottle into a nearby wastebasket before grabbing a towel to wipe his dripping hair out of his face. The front of his shirt was soaked through, causing him to shiver just a bit as he readopted his enigmatic smile.
"Jerry-kun..." he said slowly, approaching his former trainee roommate, as he continued to massage his soaked head with the towel. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Nakura took his pinky and stuck it in his ear as if to get out some water that had been trapped inside. "I thought you said something about seeing if I'd hand over the beldum I got from the mission to you. You know, the one that I nearly died trying to obtain."
His voice remained deceivingly light as he picked up the pokeball from the bed and took its place beside Jerome. His two dark-types looked at him cautiously, but if he noticed their new positions, he gave no indication. All his attention was on Jerome, and though his smile was wide, his dark, crimson gaze scrutinized the gangster with an unspoken warning.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:57 pm
Jerome let a silence linger as the two of them seemed to stare one another down.
Jerome showing no real annoyance to a very... passive aggressive way that Izaya was approaching the subject. The gangster didn't know how Izaya would have reacted to this request, and still, didn't know what was going to come next when Jerome confirmed the request.
Absentmindedly his hand had moved cautiously toward the Purrloin that had jumped on his lap, half expecting her to bite him to, or sand attack him.
Boss didn't seem nearly as thrilled with the fact that the pokemon was approaching him. and chose instead to dark away, behind Jerome's other boot.
"Ink was mugged today, and yeah, by some Griff ******** I knew from the streets. I found em trying to cut off that robot arm she's got."
Though his lips turned down into a soft frown, clearly not pleased about it, the rest of his features stayed very calm.
"I know ya worked hard to get that pokemon, but she don't deserve this. So I'm ganna give it back to her."
Here he pause again, the way he said that did imply that it wasn't exactly an option to be discussed.
Realizing this Jerome jerked a shoulder, and shook his head.
"Ain't how I meant it... Look man, I need you to have my back on this one,"
It was becoming clear that Jerome wasn't exactly good at asking for things.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 6:48 pm
Kururi blinked and looked up as Jerome reached over to pet her. She made no sound, but arched her back up into his hand, nuzzling her nose against his fingertips. She seemed perfectly content with his touch.
The lighter Purrloin, on the other hand, took Boss' actions as an invitation to chase after him. Mairu playfully trotted after the Tepig, crouched behind Jerome's other boot with her tail up, and positioned herself to spring on her blue and silver target. "Purrr..."
"My, that sounds serious," Nakura replied to the explanation involving Izumi. Although his words sounded sympathetic enough, the man was too busy checking his damp hair in a cosmetic mirror he had picked up to bother showing concern. "And you just happened to be around when this happened? What about her Metang?" he questioned almost mockingly. "That should have been more than enough to take care of one Griff. Especially if he was unarmed himself."
As he withdrew a comb from a nearby box and proceeded to reverting his drying hair back into its usual style, Izaya turned back to the gangster at last. His usual, enigmatic smirk was present once more to conceal his emotions as was its purpose. He appeared to have calmed down quite a great deal; perhaps in order to properly assess the situation. When he finally spoke, though, it was probably not the answer Jerome was hoping to hear.
"That's all very noble and touching - completely disregarding the fact that you're a member of the same organization I am - but that sounds an awful lot like you're giving me an order. Last I checked, you were my inferior in rank. What if I said no...?"
Jerome immediately corrected himself, but Grunt Nakura's red eyes gleamed as he stood. He dropped the comb and mirror back into one of the boxes before beginning to giggle and then outright laugh. "Hahaha...haha...HAHAHA!" He threw back his head as if it was the most amusing thing he had ever heard.
"'Have your back'?" he repeated as he gasped for air to breath. "'Have your back'? Jerome, you should know better than most that I don't do anything for anyone else without expecting something in return. There's you, and then there's Team Rocket, who I owe a lot more to and have a lot more to gain from so long as I keep following their wishes. This request in particular from you is something I'm not feeling very inclined to oblige." Regarding the tattooed man carefully, he continued to watch him as he elaborated. "Listen. First of all, your loyalty is to Team Rocket, same as me. If you were to even claim to forget that, they would have your head. What do you think they'll do to us both if I were to give back what is now considered TR property? Especially after I just got re-promoted from being demoted to Trainee?"
Tossing the pokeball in his possession from one hand to another, he began to pace up and down in the space before Jerome. "Another thing - I'm not going to risk myself just because you have a little crush on this girl. Sure, she may seem a bit ditzy, but all the more reason for her to toughen up. The girl lost an arm, Jer. They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, and if she can still be as positive and trusting as she is after the loss of her arm, I think she can handle herself in this big, bad world, even without one of her precious pokemon. She has her demon-of-a-Metang now, so there's no way you can get me to feel sorry for her, with or without you there to protect her. Anyway, protected or not, she, as a trainer, has been our target from the start. We can't simply be giving pokemon back just because some of our emotions get the better of us. Can you imagine what a disaster it would be if everyone in this base suddenly gave in to their guilt? It's just not professional."
Izaya halted in his pacing to examine the pokeball in his hands. "I've just given you a multitude of wonderful, practical, life-preserving reasons why I shouldn't return Izumi's pokemon to you. What do you have?" Beaming, the informant pivoted to face Jerome and lean forward, supporting his palms on the trainee's knees to get up in his face. "It's your turn. Give me your best shot."
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:38 pm
********... this guy liked to talk, and about half way through this mini rant that Izaya seemed to be going off on, that was the thought that was going through his head, turning most of what Izaya was saying into "blah blah blah blah"
Not to say Jerome was missing out on what Izaya was saying to him, or the basics anyway, and it was easiest to pick up on what was going on by the tone in the man's voice, that unique tone that Izaya tended to adopt. as well as his body language.
Still, Jerome watched in silence, an eyebrow cocked, with what could be taken as a mildly warning expression in his eyes, but otherwise keeping a chill demeanor. hunched forward with an elbow on his knee, shoulders relaxed, and hand still petting the Purrloin on his lap. ignoring the two pokemon running around his boots under him.
When Izaya finished talking, and leaned in to invade Jerome's space bubble, the gangster allowed a long moment of silence as he stared back at Izaya.
Jerome could argue back, he did after all have different views that Izaya did, the guy tended to over think everything, but than again thats how Izaya was.
To argue back would just inspire more talking, and Jerome wasn't good with words like Izaya was.
"What do ya want for it than?" Came Jerome's simple reply after a pause.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:37 pm
"Ehhh...?"
Well, that was something. Izaya hadn't actually considered for a moment that Jerome might agree. He hadn't even realized the gangster would catch the small opening in his refusal to return the pokemon. That, at least, was something that impressed the informant, since most people were usually so daunted by the sheer amount of words and reasons he threw at them that they essentially gave up.
He must really like this girl, the grunt thought grudgingly. For some reason, the thought annoyed him somewhat. Was it because he didn't want to accept that the only other street-wise person of Camphoreon he knew was going soft? And over a girl, for that matter?
"Heh, you're missing the point, Jerry-kun," Izaya attempted to retort, recovering from his initial shock. "There isn't anything you could give me for it. I mean techincally, maybe, but this matter goes beyond personal gain..." He scratched his head, thinking of how best to illustrate his point.
"Okay, do this for me, then. If I agree to give it back, then you have to stop liking this girl. Stop talking to her, stop meeting with her, don't have anything to do with her. It's not good for either of you. Can you guarantee you'll do that?" Surely that was not something anyone would agree to with certainty, and Izaya was confident that Jerome was the sort of person who only made deals he could keep up his end of the bargain with.
Kururi, still enjoying the caress of Jerome's hand, noticed Izaya's own hands a little too close. Still in the tattooed man's lap, he pounced on one of the foreign hands, playfully nibbling his finger and startling her trainer bad enough to cause him to jump away.
"Oi!" he snapped, as if noticing her for the first time. "What are you doing there? Get off. Go on, shoo! We're discussing important things."
Mairu, pausing in her game of 'tag' with Boss, looked up at the agitated Izaya, her ears perked. Realizing her older, quieter sister was being scolded, she quickly took action and latched onto Izaya's pant leg, scratching at him with all her might.
"Damn you little pests...where are your pokeballs? Can't you stay in them for once? Return!" To his surprise, Kururi gave him a mild look and licked Jerome's hand before returning in a red beam of light to the ball in Izaya's hand. The grunt blinked and stared at it. All this time he had assumed it had been Izumi's. If it wasn't, though, then where in the world was - ?
"Oh no you don't," he spoke up, kicking the door shut as he caught Mairu trying to flee the room out the corner of his eye. "Mairu, I want the other pokeballs. Now. I want them retrieved from wherever you hid them and at my feet within the next ten minutes. Or else." It was anyone's guess what 'or else' meant, but the light Purrloin seemed to know, because she gave Izaya a look of resentment before going off to recover her hidden treasures.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:53 pm
Jerome lifted a brow again, though there was a slight tilt of his head, frowning softly but with more of a look that said he was perplexed by Izaya's request.
"Really man?" he asked, not sounding very compliant with the request.
He signed a breath through his nose a moment after, leaning back, supporting himself up on his hands on the bed.
Any continuing comments were put on hold, as Izaya had to stop and take care of the pokemon that had been tormenting him since Jerome had gotten there.
Staying quiet, just observing as Izaya tried to get his pokemon under control.
Behind Jerome's boot, Boss hunkered down, looking frazzled and shell shocked after being chanced around for a short time by a crazy cat!
Oinking a few times, and refusing to move.
"Is this yer way of tryin' to be helpful or somethin'?" Jerome asked, looking back over to Izaya. "What you talkin' bout it ain't good for either of us." his tone suggested that he already knew the answer to this question, probably in his own way though.
Of course, this was something Jerome considered before, and he told her before, and thought about it a lot. He was dangerous, and it was dangerous for him to be associated with her... after last night he was pretty sure he put her in even more danger than she needed, now Griffin's gang will know her.
"Look man, I've gone way past the point of helpin' her by not seein' her." He lifted a corner of his mouth. "So, no." Came his final answer with a shrug.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:52 am
"There, you see?" the brunette replied. "Of course you wouldn't stop. You're already in too deep, and this won't help you any." He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about, so I won't waste my breath trying to explain it to you. Generally I don't really take an interest in anyone else's well-being besides myself, but in this case it could potentially be tracked to me and cause me trouble. The last thing I need right now is for something like this to come back and bite me in the a**."
What Izaya didn't want to admit was what Xander had told him not too long ago about Jerome and him being the closest things the informant had to friends. Somewhere deep down he was beginning to suspect that he worried for Jerome's sake, but the thought sickened him and he shoved it aside. No time to analyze that now. As far as he was concerned, he was doing this all for his own precautions. He vaguely noticed Boss cowering behind Jerome's boot and smirked, glad he wasn't the only one the twins were giving a hard time. Ever since Izaya had obtained them, the Purrloins had seemed to take a liking to and obey everyone except him.
"If you can't hold up your end, then I can't hold up mine. No deal. Besides," he continued, holding his arms out to his sides, "even if I wanted to help you out, I couldn't. Ever since Mairu and Kururi hid Celty's, Izumi's, and their own pokeballs, I've hardly been able to find them, let alone which one is which." He held up Kururi's ball in emphasis. "So, what are you going to do about that?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:01 pm
Jerome sat in silence as Izaya spoke, frowning, clearly not pleased with the answer, though, he couldn't say he was all that surprised.
"Hn." Jerome's grunt wrapped up his reaction to Izaya's words, sighing as he pushed himself to his feet, and crossed his arms over his chest.
For a moment his eyes were caught by something behind Izaya, staring at something that caused the tattooed man to grin slightly.
"Fare enough." Jerome rumbled, looking back at the thinner man in front of him. "ain't a reason you should put yer a** on the line. Even if I don't think this places gives a ******** what you do with some pokemon you own. If yer really that bothered by it, than how bout we play it like this, I'll just take it from ya. They bring down heat on you, send it my way, cause really? What are they ganna do bout some lost, weak a** pokemon?"
He shifted back, moving his boot away from Boss, who stared up at Izaya with wide eyes.
"You stay clean, ya stay out of it. I ain't scared to get my hands a little messy." Jerome sounded a little annoyed, but he didn't sound like he was particularly angry with Izaya, and he showed this with a casual shrug of his shoulder.
The dude had good reason, he really did, Team Rocket had proven to be a challenging organization to be a part of. This was Jerome's problem, and he knew it was going to be a problem when he decided to start looking out for Izumi.
From behind Izaya there was a Snicker, The dark purple, and half glowing Gangar that seemed to pop up every now and than around Jerome was floating in the far end of the room... but it looked like he had something in his mouth.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:56 pm
"Hnnn?" His grin grew as Jerome frowned. It was rare to get any kind of reaction out of the guy, negative or otherwise. Clearly, the informant had found some source of entertainment in the gangster's dilemma. It was almost as though he were giving him a hard time just to see if he could stir up the characteristically calm man.
What was that? Jerome's frown had suddenly developed into a grin. Curious, Izaya glanced behind him in order to follow Jerome's gaze, but it seemed as though nothing was there. Strange. Wasn't he forgetting something...?
"Glad you see it my way," Orihara answered, though he was starting to get a little apprehensive. He continued to smile in order to conceal his uneasiness, but every fiber of his being warned him of something to come. Something was amiss. Wait, Jerome's conversation had started to turn sour. What was he saying, now? Something about 'just taking it from him'...?
Izaya frowned and took a step back. He may not have fancied another demotion or another visit to the brig, but the higher-ups bearing down on him for returning a stolen pokemon wasn't one of his main concerns. They hadn't even cared enough to tell the successful raiders what to do with the captured pokemon, so why should he worry? There were no strict rules about giving them back, after all. No, Izaya didn't want Jerome getting the ball back to Izumi, but that wasn't his most important reason. He just couldn't let on to that.
The skinnier man's raw irritation returned to counter the gangster's slight annoyance. If anything, Jerome's lack of actual anger was pissing him off. Was this guilt he was feeling? Guilt at disappointing what the world might have considered his friend? "Clean? Me? I didn't even have to tell you who I stole from," Nakura pointed out. "I did, though. I chose to."
"Everything I do is a risk. Can you blame me for wanting to live? You're the crazy one, willing to throw your life away if it meant getting your precious Izumi back her pokemon. What's wrong with the one she has? It's thanks to me it evolved. I don't understand what's wrong with you. You of all people should know to value your life after you alone survived and your fellow gang members didn't."
Ooh, he had to be careful there. That sounded dangerously close to showing concern for Jerome. Taking a breath, he turned away, supporting his elbow in one hand and elegantly massaging his temples with the other. Finally, he turned back to the tattooed trainee. "Don't get the wrong idea," he warned. "If you want to go ahead and die, that's your choice. But still, if I - "
He stopped and closed his mouth. A snicker sounded behind him. The brunette face-palmed. It made sense now. He had completely forgotten Jerome owned a ghost-type. "Just take it," he sighed. "Take it and get out. I need to finish unpacking."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:49 am
" C'mon, Ya didn't have to tell me you took her Pokemon, but you did, knowing that I know her. Ya knew exactly what you were doing, and I'm sure ya knew this was comin' to." He pointed out, with a quick gesture of his hand toward Izaya.
He knew Izaya liked to play games, and he knew that he himself wasn't at all immune to the Grunt's tricky impulses. They didn’t normally bother him too much; it was pretty amusing most of the time.
The Gangster did furrow his brow, joined with a frown as he watched Izaya's reactions though, and listened to his words. It was clear that the other street wise free runner wasn't at all happy with the situation, for one reason of the other.
"Man, Havin' one of yer best friends taken from you is a pain that no one should have to feel, and that includes Ink," Be it pokemon or human, Jerome knew this all too well, and it was emphasized after Izaya brought up his former gang. Jerome let the statement from Izaya sink in, letting the silence linger even as the grunt turned away, as if to compose himself as well.
Here the ex-gangster looked very stone faced; this was clearly bringing up a sore spot for him.
"I don’t blame you for wantin’ to live, we all do, I do.” He pointed out “******** yeah I value my life, but I ain't some amatuer’ ganna get myself killed. Nothing's ganna be thrown away."
With this, he lifted a hand in a departing gesture, taking a few steps away from Izaya as he looked over at Bro.
"It can’t be worth that much to me if all I’ve got is my life."
He didn’t expect to change Izaya’s mind, if Furs had different views and opinions than him, it was all good.
He didn’t argue when being told to leave. Just turning and heading out toward the door, best to step back and let things cool off for a bit.
Boss jumped to his feet, and hurried after Jerome while Bor’ snickered again, and swept past Izaya with some strange gang sign held up with both his hands.
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