» @unstabletm ✧
they were a precarious bunch, humans, that is, shinra had known that for such a lengthy duration of time that avoidance should have been instilled and something involuntary. izaya should have known this too, for all that he enraptured bred tenebrosity, he knew better than any that the apertures of this city was where atrocities flourished. It wasn't like HE wasn't one of them though, his hands were sullied by this place and it's depravity, he would never proclaim it veracity that he wasn't, so maybe that's why, what izaya observed so desperately, coveted in entirety, was something beyond his very comprehension.
❝ Woah, Woah, Woah !! don't go getting blood on the welcome-mat, i just got that with celty the other week ! ❞ the doctor whines, his brows drawn to an almost comedic furrow. He'd hurt himself again, placed himself in the peril that ensued humanity, there was no other way than this brand of suffering for him to come to understand that; even the profound depths of shinra's word meant nothing in comparison, of that, he was basically certain.
but when izaya falters, doubling over in what appears to be agony, his response isn't something he has to think about, the arch of his foot catching his weight as he lurches forward, supporting him carefully, noticing almost instantly the breakages of tenuous bone. ❝ i need you to pay close attention to what i'm saying, do you think you can do that ? ❞ the teasing notion of those words lack not even as he helps the shaky informant to his feet, a willowy arm lay strewn across his own shoulders. ❝ I'm going to lay you down, i need to assess how bad you went and messed up, if you move around too much, you're only going to make this harder on me and you both.❞
It's all about adjusting, ungracefully managing to get him into a position where he'd be least likely to spit rancorous insults between viced teeth at the one who had ―― only his BEST interest at heart, really.
❝ now, are you going to share the whole story of how you ended up with ... ❞ the extremities of his fingers ghost across the length of his rib-cage, counting within a laboured silence ❝ four broken ribs ? It wasn't shizuo again was it ? you know, for how much you claim to hate that guy, you really do get involved with him quite alot. ❞
