[Someone is really getting into this. It may be darker than an abandoned subway tunnel in this rundown town, but that gold head of hair and wide smile almost seem to have a warm glow all their own. Masaomi Kida is bright with energy as he waves any unsuspecting passers by to come toward him, then promptly snatches an article of clothing. Be it a hat, jewelry, glasses, tie, whatever, he's now donning it so he can take that silly selfie.
Never fear though. He's not about to leave his victim hanging. He wraps an arm around their shoulder and pulls them into the picture just before the tell-tale click.]
Thanks, man. You just saved my life!
[What he does with these pictures later... Well. Nobody is going to care about that. They're all dead anyway.]
ii. it's rainin' sideways
[That wooden beam that just soared past your ear like a damn javelin? It definitely wasn't thrown by the wind. The storm is raging tonight, certainly, but this isn't a freaking hurricane. This impression is immediately proven true when a hoarse cry follows.]
The hell are you doin' spacing out over there?! You're already getting wet, so just help me out, dammit!
iii. when your grandma comments on your fb status
If I find Mikado or Anri here, I'll kill you myself.
masaomi kida | durarara!!
[Someone is really getting into this. It may be darker than an abandoned subway tunnel in this rundown town, but that gold head of hair and wide smile almost seem to have a warm glow all their own. Masaomi Kida is bright with energy as he waves any unsuspecting passers by to come toward him, then promptly snatches an article of clothing. Be it a hat, jewelry, glasses, tie, whatever, he's now donning it so he can take that silly selfie.
Never fear though. He's not about to leave his victim hanging. He wraps an arm around their shoulder and pulls them into the picture just before the tell-tale click.]
Thanks, man. You just saved my life!
[What he does with these pictures later... Well. Nobody is going to care about that. They're all dead anyway.]
ii. it's rainin' sideways
[That wooden beam that just soared past your ear like a damn javelin? It definitely wasn't thrown by the wind. The storm is raging tonight, certainly, but this isn't a freaking hurricane. This impression is immediately proven true when a hoarse cry follows.]
The hell are you doin' spacing out over there?! You're already getting wet, so just help me out, dammit!
iii. when your grandma comments on your fb status
If I find Mikado or Anri here, I'll kill you myself.