[ Jostled up off the ground, Shizuo's hands clamp around his own powerful fingers, tools he might have been able to do some good with if only he'd had enough time to focus, to get stronger...
He stands on the very tips of his toes, thankful for once that Izaya's body was light, for the hand around his neck would choke him, or crush his windpipe if he'd been lifted entirely into the air. ] Iza- grk... [ Speaking was difficult, but he would do it. He would manage regardless. ]
Of... c-course I... have, you bastard! [ That's right... when he was young, when his body was still developing and coping... he felt it. For years he felt it. Like Izaya, he knew his own weaknesses. ]
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He stands on the very tips of his toes, thankful for once that Izaya's body was light, for the hand around his neck would choke him, or crush his windpipe if he'd been lifted entirely into the air. ] Iza- grk... [ Speaking was difficult, but he would do it. He would manage regardless. ]
Of... c-course I... have, you bastard! [ That's right... when he was young, when his body was still developing and coping... he felt it. For years he felt it. Like Izaya, he knew his own weaknesses. ]