[Izaya's POV]
The informant sat at his desk across from another customer, smirking as he sat back and listened to their petty problem. The man said something about needing to find his daughter since she went missing with no leads, making Izaya pay attention more, but he just nodded and made smart-ass comments until they were done and he mulled it over in his head before agreeing to do what he could for an absurdly large price. His services never came very cheap, after all. Finally they left and Izaya leant forward to log onto his computer and get started, propping himself up on his elbow as he wondered why this was slowly beginning to feel more like actual work.
Before all of this he could just get an assignment, maybe up to 5 at a time and have fun with them for a whole week before getting everyone what they needed, even if not necessarily what they wanted. Now, just getting two assignments seemed like a bother to him even when one of them was interesting.
He sighed and stared at the screen before doing what he does best, asking Namie if she could get him some coffee. "Yeah, sure. If I get it for you will you quit sighing every 5 seconds?" she grumbled, going into the kitchen and coming back out with one of Izaya's favorite mugs.
"I am not sighing, my dear Namie. I'm just vocally thinking." he argued, not even looking at her. She huffed beside him and glared, probably hoping he would catch fire if she did it hard enough.
"Well, your vocal thinking is really starting to bug me, so find a way to cheer up." she demanded, going back to her own desk and organizing the information Izaya already had on another assignment.
"And just what would you suggest? Enlighten me." he teased, thinking he'd probably get something thrown at him again. He sent a smirk her way before he noticed her smirking back, which caught him a bit off guard even if he didn't show it.
"Maybe calling that partner in crime of yours over would help." Izaya blinked once before smirking wider with a laugh.
"I work alone, Namie! And before you say anything, no, you don't count." he snickered, shaking his head before working again. She obviously didn't see that as being dismissed.
"Fine, then just your partner." Namie persisted, smoothing out her black hair as Izaya glanced at her with a brow raised, trying to make it seem like he had no idea what she was talking about. She glared but kept talking. "Don't act like I'm stupid, Izaya. It's obvious! You make me clean this place at least twice a day and you really think I wouldn't notice the growing amount of food in your kitchen and the extra place set at the table the days after you tell me I'm off from work for a night? You letting me off from work at all is suspicious!" Namie finished, testily shoving one of her cabinets closed with a thud.
Izaya just stared at her for a second choosing to ignore her. I don't have time for this. Besides, it's none of her business if I actually have a friend.. Well, boyfriend..
The man stopped himself from shaking his head or blushing as he got into his usual chat-rooms. Everything was slow at first, either no one was on or they were having completely useless conversations, chatting excitedly about mundane things. It bored him to death and he just sighed again, thinking that maybe Namie had a good idea once in her life.
The informant nonchalantly took out his cell-phone and sent Kasuka a quick greeting. Just look busy, it's not like she can tell who I'm talking to. And it worked, at least until Kasuka sent him something particularly sassy about their director, making him crack a small smile. He kept up the conversation while he worked, going to forums instead of chats since he wouldn't keep up with both.
[You seem in a happier mood than yesterday. Did something happen?]
[Yeah, I apologized to Shizuo last night after work. It went better than expected.]
[Oh, so the protozoan knows he did something wrong now?]
[Yes, he does. He apologized back and we worked things out a bit. He shouldn't be bothering you as frequently as before, if you wanted to go to Russia Sushi and stuff like that.]
[Wait, you got him to stop chasing me!? I know he adores you, but even that's pretty surprising.]
[No, he'll still chase you. But he said something about you being too slow for him..][Ya know, you staying cramped inside all the time when we aren't on set isn't good for you. If you'd like, we could go on a walk around town tomorrow?]
Izaya read over the two texts again before blushing lightly, wondering if this would be considered a date. He bit his lip lightly before texting back. [Yeah, that sounds fun. I can show you the joys of human-watching.]
[And I can show you the joys of acting human for a few hours.]
The informant didn't notice the proud smirk on Namie's face from the display, both of them just carrying on regular work until it was time for dinner. Namie left the building, shouting at Izaya behind her as he asked her to stay for a meal, something she thought someone would have to be crazy to accept. And after Izaya thought about it for a little bit, he asked the same question more seriously to Kasuka over the phone, smiling to himself as the other offered where to take him the next day after their walk.
Chapter 3!
Like I said, this is the more domestic of the two fics, so I'm sorry if not every chapter is going to be as exciting as before.
But things will pick up, don't worry. I already have a couple things planned out for you guys.
Now, Izaya and Kasuka's first official date~!
I know they already went to the premiere together, they'll both probably think back on it as a date as well, but this is progress!
PS. Tomorrow I'm going to see Wicked in theater with my family, so depending on when I wake up tomorrow, you might be getting a late update or have to wait until Monday. I really want to keep up these daily updates but if I'm tired then I'm not gonna put out complete shit for you guys either.
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