[As loathe as Izaya was to be there there was no stopping the smirk that crossed his face at Shizuo's cuss. A chuckle, both bitter and tired, slipped out from thin lips as the raven reached out to place a hand on Shizuo's shoulder]
What did I say about not talking?
[Using Shizuo's own body as a balance, the informant wiggled his way in between the blonds frame and that of the doorway to get inside of the apartment.]
OH DEAR
What did I say about not talking?
[Using Shizuo's own body as a balance, the informant wiggled his way in between the blonds frame and that of the doorway to get inside of the apartment.]
When can I leave then?