the first rule of fight club
@kokkei
"Hold still, Izaya. You’re making it impossible to take your pictures. I really feel like a holdover of the last generation, struggling with the camera button like this on these newer phones. Oh-oh there I almost got it, awe come on.”
Shinra was talking mostly to himself, as actually trying to get Izaya to cooperate was very much akin to trying to get a wolverine to stand still, and Shinra knew this fact. Yet he did anyway engaging in pointless frivolity was one of his many quirks. Even though his new phone had been pushed away, he found himself fiddling with it again inevitably. It gave his hands something to do at least while the two of them were walking together at this late hour, and Shinra was the energetic type of person who needed some part of his body to always be in motion.
“So what is this you’re taking me too again? An anti-nonhuman society? I still don’t think I quite get it, is it like the color gangs? Or maybe something like the corporations that my father and namie-san worked for?”
Shinra was making wild guesses at this point, but some part of him intuitively knew. Which of his guesses were more accurate and which were less. He raised his phone finally and turned it back around, and even knowing this was a bad idea and how touchy Izaya was immediately slung his arm over the man’s shoulder and pulled him closer.
“Hey Izaya, let’s take one of those selfies to commemorate our first day hanging out together as friends in this new town. That’s something friends do, right”