"A monster is used to people running, screaming, frozen in fear begging etc. But someone sighing cracking their neck, rolling up their sleeves, and walking towards them is new." - Izaya to Shizuo as he refused to run away, the blonde hefting something large aimed at him. "throw it at me then. I'm tired of running, Shizu-Chan."
Shizuo's eyes were narrowed behind the sunglasses that he wore, but he unconsciously lowered the vending machine that he had picked up with the intent to smash the flea under it and be ride of the nuisance for good finally when the words that he had said started to sink in.
Izaya was . . . Giving up? No it was clearly some trick to fool the blonde into lowering his guard so that he could gain the upper hand. "What kind of trick are you trying to pull now?!" He demanded his voice a dangerous growl as Izaya just stood there.
