(No shit, Masaomi. Izaya only scoffs, opening a book at a random page only to have something to do while the gears in Masaomi's head turn and perhaps get stuck on a fact or two. Allow him to continue, take a sip of his tea and hum at the good taste as he seemingly nonchalantly carries the conversation.)
If she's running errands, then why do I need you for, Kida-kun?
(Use your brain, son. He just had you run errands for him.)
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If she's running errands, then why do I need you for, Kida-kun?
(Use your brain, son. He just had you run errands for him.)