Post by seraki on Oct 21, 2012 3:27:24 GMT -5
"Well, thank you for the compliment, Iza!"
He really couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or completely serious. Nothing he had really said had been a compliment unless she considered him considering her respectable. No, it was more likely that she was being sarcastic. So, he had to think of something witty enough to respond with. Or wait, he could just not respond. Better yet, he could shrug. A shrug was ambiguous enough that she would have to decide for herself what it meant. That could really abstain him from all blame. So, in a true, one-armed Izaya fashion, he simply shrugged and decided to leave the conversation at that. Let her decide.
"But Izwaya, I didn' mean to, honest."
Izaya chuckled to himself at this. Her baby-talk version of his name was almost as funny as the shortened version. Actually, the shortened very didn't bother him. He had been called "Iza-Bo" a lot as a child. As long as she kept the honorific "kun" or "san" he was fine with it. However, what was actually worth noting was that she tried to gloss over the fact that she had actually physically hurt him. Actually, that didn't really hurt him as much as thinking about Kin had this whole time. The ribs were a physical pain; that would heal and fade. But, having to admit that he might have lost the one person he really cared about really hurt him.
But, at this point, he realized that it was best for her if he gave her space. He didn't want to freak her out anymore than he already had with his proclamation of emotion. Now, now he had to suffer a little bit to show her that he really cared about how she felt about everything. That was what he needed to do. But no, this wasn't the problem at hand. He needed to talk to Yumiko about something.
"It's okay Yumi-chan; it doesn't hurt that bad."
"That's pretty funny comin' from a crippled, I mean why would they take someone who can fight, when they can have someone who only needs a small poke in the ribs to cause intense pain."
Izaya thought about the implications of this statement. She wasn't being sarcastic but he could be. This was all supposed to be in good nature. That was the social protocol between "friends." And, by now, they were friends.
"You know Yumi-chan, I may be a cripple, but I can still deliver." He said that with a small undertone that might have been an innuendo. Either way, he was being jovial here, that was his place. Actually, his place right now wasn't here. His place was getting ready for his appointment with Kurotsuchi-taichou the next day and he needed to physically, mentally, and emotionally prepare. He had heard bad rumors about the captain of the twelfth.
"Yumi-chan, I must leave. I have an appointment with the Captain of Squad 12 tomorrow. It's about fixing my arm. Then who'll be a cripple."
With that, he gave a small wink before he got and walked his happy self back to the barracks. Walking all the time wasn't very enjoyable in his current predicament.
He hoped that would end soon.
[exit]
He really couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or completely serious. Nothing he had really said had been a compliment unless she considered him considering her respectable. No, it was more likely that she was being sarcastic. So, he had to think of something witty enough to respond with. Or wait, he could just not respond. Better yet, he could shrug. A shrug was ambiguous enough that she would have to decide for herself what it meant. That could really abstain him from all blame. So, in a true, one-armed Izaya fashion, he simply shrugged and decided to leave the conversation at that. Let her decide.
"But Izwaya, I didn' mean to, honest."
Izaya chuckled to himself at this. Her baby-talk version of his name was almost as funny as the shortened version. Actually, the shortened very didn't bother him. He had been called "Iza-Bo" a lot as a child. As long as she kept the honorific "kun" or "san" he was fine with it. However, what was actually worth noting was that she tried to gloss over the fact that she had actually physically hurt him. Actually, that didn't really hurt him as much as thinking about Kin had this whole time. The ribs were a physical pain; that would heal and fade. But, having to admit that he might have lost the one person he really cared about really hurt him.
But, at this point, he realized that it was best for her if he gave her space. He didn't want to freak her out anymore than he already had with his proclamation of emotion. Now, now he had to suffer a little bit to show her that he really cared about how she felt about everything. That was what he needed to do. But no, this wasn't the problem at hand. He needed to talk to Yumiko about something.
"It's okay Yumi-chan; it doesn't hurt that bad."
"That's pretty funny comin' from a crippled, I mean why would they take someone who can fight, when they can have someone who only needs a small poke in the ribs to cause intense pain."
Izaya thought about the implications of this statement. She wasn't being sarcastic but he could be. This was all supposed to be in good nature. That was the social protocol between "friends." And, by now, they were friends.
"You know Yumi-chan, I may be a cripple, but I can still deliver." He said that with a small undertone that might have been an innuendo. Either way, he was being jovial here, that was his place. Actually, his place right now wasn't here. His place was getting ready for his appointment with Kurotsuchi-taichou the next day and he needed to physically, mentally, and emotionally prepare. He had heard bad rumors about the captain of the twelfth.
"Yumi-chan, I must leave. I have an appointment with the Captain of Squad 12 tomorrow. It's about fixing my arm. Then who'll be a cripple."
With that, he gave a small wink before he got and walked his happy self back to the barracks. Walking all the time wasn't very enjoyable in his current predicament.
He hoped that would end soon.
[exit]