Izaya simply leans back against the metal fence that separates the higher floor residents from a fall to their death. No way he was stepping into that potential pigsty. He didn't trust any of Shizuo or his merry band of clones to keep the place tidy. Perhaps Tsugaru could have, but with the other residents it seemed unlikely.
"Didn't I tell that I don't appreciate that nickname?" he says offhandedly, not even bothering to look Delic in the face. He didn't want to look at any face like his so early in the morning. "Just because Psyche picked it up doesn't mean you can." Yes, he could tolerate it from his cheerful little doppelganger, but just barely. Anyone else, and he was not happy. Izaya stuffed his hands into his pockets, seemingly bothered by the cold of the morning.
In reality, he was reaching for his knife-- he was out on the town, why not have it?-- contemplating whether or not to give the host a similar little present like he had on the bodyguard. And this time, there was no white shirt, lovingly ironed by his mother, to get in the way. But, he didn't waste his time. Being here was doing that already. He calls out to Psyche: "Did you find it yet?"
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"Didn't I tell that I don't appreciate that nickname?" he says offhandedly, not even bothering to look Delic in the face. He didn't want to look at any face like his so early in the morning. "Just because Psyche picked it up doesn't mean you can." Yes, he could tolerate it from his cheerful little doppelganger, but just barely. Anyone else, and he was not happy. Izaya stuffed his hands into his pockets, seemingly bothered by the cold of the morning.
In reality, he was reaching for his knife-- he was out on the town, why not have it?-- contemplating whether or not to give the host a similar little present like he had on the bodyguard. And this time, there was no white shirt, lovingly ironed by his mother, to get in the way. But, he didn't waste his time. Being here was doing that already. He calls out to Psyche: "Did you find it yet?"