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Week 2, Post-Mission
[How are you doing, Izaya? Still crying over not having any fatty tuna anymore after the day's events? Boy, I sure hope you're ready for a high as fuck shonen stumbling into your place, looking a little concerned and leaning over you like he hasn't seen you in years.]
Izaaaaaaaaaaaaaayaaaaaaaa. Izaya. Hey.
[He reaches out with his hand to pat the poor, distraught man on the head, no matter if he's standing or sitting.]
Don't....don't be ssssss...sad. I'm sorry, ohkay? Sorry I yelled and got...mad at you like, really mad? Didn't mean to, I just, got really, reaaaaaaaaallly angry 'cause everything was stupid., and, like...I like you as my fe-fellow Reaper an' all...so. Sorry.
Izaaaaaaaaaaaaaayaaaaaaaa. Izaya. Hey.
[He reaches out with his hand to pat the poor, distraught man on the head, no matter if he's standing or sitting.]
Don't....don't be ssssss...sad. I'm sorry, ohkay? Sorry I yelled and got...mad at you like, really mad? Didn't mean to, I just, got really, reaaaaaaaaallly angry 'cause everything was stupid., and, like...I like you as my fe-fellow Reaper an' all...so. Sorry.