Pulling Strings
"So I'll come around six?"
"You better!" he teased lightly, grunting as he was thrown over the blond's shoulder. "Oof! Be more gentle with my body Shizu-chan, it's well past it's prime." Shizuo looked guilt ridden in no time.
"S-sorry, I-"
A hand found his own and Shizuo fought his rising blush as the brunette began to speak.
"It was a joke," he said softly, and the ex-bartender didn't need to meet Izaya's eyes to read their sincerity.
All was still for a moment. "So...I'll be over later?"
Izaya grinned as he was set down on the queen sized mattress, the multitude of casts was staggering in comparison to his body and never failed to send a fresh torrent of pain through the blonde.
"What did I say earlier? 6 o'clock on the dot!" Izaya lowered his lashes and jut out his hip in what Shizuo supposed to be was a provocative positioned. "In fact..." The cripple lightly bit his lip, and he stifled laughter at the absurdity of the situation. "I'd like you to stay over a little bit after dinner...if you wouldn't mind?"
All in all, the blatant flirting was not lost on the blond and worked its magic. If Shizuo hadn't been red before, he now resembled a beet in color. "Um, S-sure!"
The ex-bartender left, back tense and ramrod straight and mumbled a quick 'bye' as he marched stiffly away from the spacious apartment.
Izaya watched him leave with a warm smile, and faded as the blond disappeared farther into the distance.
"Tch. These stupid things are annoying!" He kicked off the casts with all the force he could, doing the same to his arm. He flopped back in bed, curling his toes and fingers and sat up, beginning to stretch.
"O-k! No morning is complete without a bit of activity!"
He shed his shirt, two long white raised scars poised on his back, each stretching from shoulder to hip.
He turns up the music as loud as he can get away with and finds the treadmill soon after.