Shizuo Heiwajima
24 Bartender, body-guard
and flea-hunter.
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Turning his head after seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he found the small friend of Kida Masaomi. What was his name…? For the life of him, he could not remember, “Hey.” he said, scratching his cheek, “..What’s your name..?” he asked. Why was this kid the one person he had a hard time remembering the name of? Ridiculous.
- effortless-prowess started following you
Huh, well, she was awfully familiar. Wasn’t she? He knew he’d met her before, but..where? He adjusted his glasses, and pulled out a cigarette, “Hey, do I know you?”
Well this was awkward. Okay, not really. She wasn’t expecting to run into the blonde though. Ever again. The Knight shrugged at the blonde bartender, arms crossing themselves. “Uh, yeah. Sort of. If I remember correctly. Th’ name’s Shura Kirigakure, if that rings any bells.” Now if only she could remember his name…
“Huh. Nope. Nothin’.” he said, shrugging lightly as he brought his cigarette back to his lips. He and that one kid that used to hang out with Kida Masaomi are the only names he seemed to never recall. Odd. “The names Shizuo Heiwajima.”
“Good, because if I ever get my hands on that asshole, he’s fucking dead.”
It makes me happy to hear that, break his nose, just for me, would you?
“Sounds good.”
Not all that caringly, the other brought out his cigarettes and placed on between his soft lips, as he looked up to find another red-headed female before him. Damn, what was it with all these red-headed women showing up randomly out of nowhere, lately? Pulling his cigarette from his mouth, he looked over at her from the corner of his eye, pushing up his sunglasses, “Who are you?”
“What the hell did you say…?” he asked. The boy before him had mentioned the one name he hoped to go at least one god damn day without hearing.
No worries, in fact, I hate the piece of trash as well, I hope one day you kill him. That’s all I’m going to say.
“Good, because if I ever get my hands on that asshole, he’s fucking dead.”
Huh, well, she was awfully familiar. Wasn’t she? He knew he’d met her before, but..where? He adjusted his glasses, and pulled out a cigarette, “Hey, do I know you?”
He wasn’t about to shove the kid off, by any means, he just wan’t a rude person, but he twitched some, “Awesome..” he mumbled. “Do I even know you?”
Nope. But I know you. Shizuo Heiwajima, bartender with an incredible amount of strength, hates the flea named Izaya Orihara~
“What the hell did you say…?” he asked. The boy before him had mentioned the one name he hoped to go at least one god damn day without hearing.
flea-stomper started following you
//hugs
“Uh, mind lettin’ me go, kid?”
Sorry, just a natural reaction when I see my favorite person ever.
He wasn’t about to shove the kid off, by any means, he just wan’t a rude person, but he twitched some, “Awesome..” he mumbled. “Do I even know you?”
