[ Hearing Izaya's voice - typical him, coming to rain on Shizuo's already overcast parade - his shoulders stiffen and he grinds his teeth, clenching his fists. Always. It's always his fault. For everything that goes wrong, it's that black-haired menace. ]
I'm not dealin' with you right now. I'm goin' home. [ His clipped reply rings loudly through the courtyard as he begins to take long, quick strides away. He'd kill the flea later. For now, he wanted to eat and sleep. ] Get the fuck out of my face.
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I'm not dealin' with you right now. I'm goin' home. [ His clipped reply rings loudly through the courtyard as he begins to take long, quick strides away. He'd kill the flea later. For now, he wanted to eat and sleep. ] Get the fuck out of my face.