This is something he’s quite accustom to, actually. Tom stood off to the sidelines, watching Shizuo’s retreating back, wondering if his nose will guide him back to them once he’s done chasing the Information Broker back across the Ikebukuro border. At the same time, despite the normalcy, he’s stressed and jittery, tobacco no longer providing the comfort that it used to.
“Ah, not often. Once a week, maybe once a month. But sometimes, Orihara-san comes around for days in a row. Let’s hope he can finish his work today and gone.”
Not likely, Tom figured, since the job of an Information Broker seemed tedious and time-consuming to him, but he knows that Izaya doesn’t always purposefully seek out Shizuo - it’s like avoiding the single guard dog on the estate of a giant mansion. It can smell you, but if you’re careful enough, it won’t find you.
“Let’s keep going. He’ll get hungry and come back sooner or later.”