[Masaomi pulls his fist back, practically growling at the word vomit spewing his way. Maybe Izaya's right, and he should know better, but despite that Izaya seems to be able to act like everything is normal, Masaomi can't. They're in hell, being judged for lives they didn't even get to fully live. There are demons on every corner, and even the people have fucking superpowers. They're surrounded on all sides by the equivalent of the Headless Rider.
So what, exactly, is he supposed to know better? He doesn't know anything anymore!]
(In clear contrast to all Masaomi's despair and aggression, Izaya is as calm and condescending as always. There's really nothing there, after all, and should Bella herself be asked, she sure will tell Masaomi that Izaya has refused her.
They did kiss a bunch and slept on the same bed. Izaya was much more a guardian than he was a threat, trying to make sure she wouldn't get herself in a position she would later regret.
Normally, that'd be fine and wonderful for him to watch, except, this wasn't done in her sound mind. Less exciting, much more tiresome.)
[Oh my gosh, Izaya. He's trying to be defiant. Stop telling him to do the thing he wants to do in order to defy you!!!!]
Then don't tell me!
[He's already grabbed his backpack, and he's marching for the door. At least let him slam it as he leaves. He'll regret it later - Izaya will definitely use a pathetic outburst like this against him - but he has to release some of this boiling frustration somehow!
He's still standing right on the other side of that door when he starts hastily finger typing his text.]
(That's how we break them! Izaya just watches the outburst happen before his very eyes, the chilling smile not faltering for a second until the door is slammed and he sniggers. Perhaps it can be heard from the other side.)
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So what, exactly, is he supposed to know better? He doesn't know anything anymore!]
Where is she?
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They did kiss a bunch and slept on the same bed. Izaya was much more a guardian than he was a threat, trying to make sure she wouldn't get herself in a position she would later regret.
Normally, that'd be fine and wonderful for him to watch, except, this wasn't done in her sound mind. Less exciting, much more tiresome.)
Why? Going to ask her yourself?
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[So maybe he isn't a decent fucking human being. He still tries to be when he can. Shut up, dammit.]
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(The petal or two that Izaya has failed to clean should be indicative enough.)
Ah, well, if you don't believe me, who am I to tell you not to see with your own two eyes? You should text her.
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Then don't tell me!
[He's already grabbed his backpack, and he's marching for the door. At least let him slam it as he leaves. He'll regret it later - Izaya will definitely use a pathetic outburst like this against him - but he has to release some of this boiling frustration somehow!
He's still standing right on the other side of that door when he starts hastily finger typing his text.]
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(Now it's a full-on chuckle, congratulations, Masaomi, all you're doing is entertaining the devil.)