His head swam a little as he sat up in bed, running a hand through his messy hair. Ah, had he drank a little too much last night? How odd. He must have been in a strangely pleasant mood...
Unaware, Izaya got up to stretch on his way out to the kitchen for breakfast. A few cups of coffee and a couple of advil would put him back in proper form. Seeing the younger Heiwajima already getting his own meal, he pretended to give a cheery smile. “Ohayou, otouto. Sorry about the couch. We watched Disney movies while you were out.” He informed him in a singsong voice.
What Kasuka would see was certainly interesting. Izaya was shirtless, a hickey on his neck that was just visible under a black bowtie. All in all, he looked like a stripper fresh out of bed. All messy and unashamed of his state of undress. Wait, was that Shizuo’s bowtie?