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    “You’re a bastard,” Shizuo heavied it with so much malice, his words came out slow. “Because this is what you fuckin’ do, isn’t it?”

    “I think you’re confused,” Izaya's smile splintered and fractured, enough to stone a lesser man. All citrus and cyanide. “I'm an informant, not a psychiatrist. If you need a whitecoat, I advise emptying a bottle of gin on some prescription pills.”

    (or: izaya was only ever honest about hating him; shizuo thinks more people should be like that. they form an arrangement around it.)

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    It’s like Reigen’s been waiting for the question. He stops dead on the pavement, grips Mob by the shoulders, and stares down into his eyes with an expression as haunted as though every ghost the pair of them has ever exorcised has taken up residence behind it. “Mob,” he says. “Mob,” he says again. “Tell me, Mob. Look at me and tell me. Tell me truthfully. Do I look cursed to you?”

    Mob looks at him, and tells him truthfully. “No.”

    “Well, you didn’t look very long,” says Reigen. “Let’s just stand here for a moment, like so, and you can have another look, a nice long look, and really think about it...”

    (There's nothing strange about being called back to exorcise the same haunted photocopier six days in a row. It must just be a very haunted photocopier.)

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    19 Oct 2021

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    When she pulls the kunai out of her first dead man’s throat, the blood that stains her hands won’t wash out for days. She shakes for weeks, adrenaline roaring, her head filled with images of red smiles and bloodless faces. Dead eyes staring up at her.

    She stumbles into the hokage’s smoke-smelling office after the mission is completed, and the third congratulates her on a job well done. She locks herself in the bathroom, buries her head in her knees and hugs herself while she cries. She doesn’t stop until her throat is raw and her eyes are puffy.

    When she is done, she scrubs her face, squares her shoulders, and moves on.

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    17 Aug 2018

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    Helga G. Pataki has a secret admirer. Hell must have frozen over.

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    29 Nov 2017

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