#kemonous

   ⌠⦾⌡—— ❝ . . . ❞

            ‘ new phone, who dis? ’

              ‘ are you reading your own to - do list out loud? because it seems like YOU’RE the one who needs some friends, izaya - nii. ’

               ‘ NIISAN~ !! ’ it’s a singsongy giggle that escapes the child, small hands clinging to the collar of his shirt for balance and head leaning against his chest, unable to stifle the wide smile on her lips. nor did she really mind -- this was by far her favorite time of day. ‘ are you going to be able to carry both of us all the way home? ’

            ❝   i suppose…   i suppose you’re right.   it wouldn’t be the first time.   still,   you’re asking an awful lot of me,   you know?   you know,    i could get into a lot of trouble.   although,   you’re probably not too concerned about that,   are you?   it’s not your problem.   ❞   still,   he probably owes izaya for all the times he gave information   –   even if mikado suspected izaya caused a riduculous amount of problems,   as well.   after all,   that was just that.   a suspicion. 

                ‘ how YOU see me is hardly MY responsibility. ’ he spits back, hands already balling up into fists at the very sight of the PARASITE before him. its like a feral desire to KILL whenever he sees izaya -- an itch that HAD to be scratched. ( FEEDING EXACTLY INTO THE MONSTER THAT HE WAS BELIEVED TO BE ) ‘ you’ve done FAR WORSE things to people than i have, izaya. ’