[Izaya's hands slowly loosened their grip upon Shizuo. Licking at his bloody lip, the informant leans forward so as to speak lowly]
I won't.
And neither will you.
[Pulling back again Izaya's smile twisted into a mixture of pain and cockiness. There was a bruise forming on his cheek already, the color only hidden still by the red of his skin, due to the slap. He could have it healed but this was one wound Izaya would keep if only to haunt Shizuo with it no matter how much it hurts.]
You have three choices, Shizu-chan.
[Referring to their conversation back at the wedding Izaya's hand finally lowered to slide his flickblade out of his pocket. Opening it up the raven tickles Shizuo's chin with the knife but makes no move to slice.]
Will this break you, strengthen you, or define you?
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I won't.
And neither will you.
[Pulling back again Izaya's smile twisted into a mixture of pain and cockiness. There was a bruise forming on his cheek already, the color only hidden still by the red of his skin, due to the slap. He could have it healed but this was one wound Izaya would keep if only to haunt Shizuo with it no matter how much it hurts.]
You have three choices, Shizu-chan.
[Referring to their conversation back at the wedding Izaya's hand finally lowered to slide his flickblade out of his pocket. Opening it up the raven tickles Shizuo's chin with the knife but makes no move to slice.]
Will this break you, strengthen you, or define you?