[and guess who is racing down the stairs with a box cutter in his hands.
if it's c-ta then izaya guessed right!
and the look on c-ta's face as he sees the familiar figure could only be described as a poem. shock turns into anger, which is quickly repressed into an emotionless expression. he didn't look tired- mostly because he wasn't tired in the first place. watching his best friend was a job that trained him into only needing a couple hours of sleep at most.
but just seeing izaya (inside his house too!) was enough to exhaust him mentally. c-ta definitely didn't want to deal with this asshole.]
Get out of my house. [short, sweet, and simple. c-ta doesn't want any of izaya's bullshit.]
IZAYA,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
if it's c-ta then izaya guessed right!
and the look on c-ta's face as he sees the familiar figure could only be described as a poem. shock turns into anger, which is quickly repressed into an emotionless expression. he didn't look tired- mostly because he wasn't tired in the first place. watching his best friend was a job that trained him into only needing a couple hours of sleep at most.
but just seeing izaya (inside his house too!) was enough to exhaust him mentally. c-ta definitely didn't want to deal with this asshole.]
Get out of my house. [short, sweet, and simple. c-ta doesn't want any of izaya's bullshit.]