[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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(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.)