[ admittedly, this was jarring - in ways someone like izaya would never dare admit. each thought of the faeries sent a knot somersaulting in the pit of his stomach, an uncomfortable hitch of feeling in freefall.
actually, it made him sick, to his very core. he loved humans. loved the simplicity of and in humanity, though it would be too naive to think they were the 'only' ones. not with celty's existence.
and again, not with him being dragged on here.
it pissed him off, but here he was, making the best of it.
or something like it, and his smile is saccharine, hands slipping in pockets as his posture loosens completely. that was the sum of him, collection and passivity and self-surety and in all respects shiro has every right to be cautious of someone like him.
the water spills over the ground, quickly sinks through dry dust and izaya's knife-sharp eyes miss none of the small motions shiro gives, even as he echoes a laugh.
ease rolls off of him like smoke. ] Aha-ha, sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you.
[ a shuffle to his step, and he's angling a little bit away - there's no use having someone feel as though they're being stood over. not when you're trying to twine as many strings as you can. not when you need to have people think to trust you.
and he has the feeling he knows the type shiro is. ] This place sure is something, hmm?
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actually, it made him sick, to his very core. he loved humans. loved the simplicity of and in humanity, though it would be too naive to think they were the 'only' ones. not with celty's existence.
and again, not with him being dragged on here.
it pissed him off, but here he was, making the best of it.
or something like it, and his smile is saccharine, hands slipping in pockets as his posture loosens completely. that was the sum of him, collection and passivity and self-surety and in all respects shiro has every right to be cautious of someone like him.
the water spills over the ground, quickly sinks through dry dust and izaya's knife-sharp eyes miss none of the small motions shiro gives, even as he echoes a laugh.
ease rolls off of him like smoke. ] Aha-ha, sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you.
[ a shuffle to his step, and he's angling a little bit away - there's no use having someone feel as though they're being stood over. not when you're trying to twine as many strings as you can. not when you need to have people think to trust you.
and he has the feeling he knows the type shiro is. ] This place sure is something, hmm?