[ You know those dome-shaped, pokeball cafeteria tables? Yeah,
these things. Cute, aren't they? Well, right now, Shizuo happens to be balancing one set on his shoulder, and walking around.
. . .Still find them cute, when you could very well be standing in their shadow? ]
Aaah, the damn smell is back! [ His sentences are punctuated with long, heavy breaths. (Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale.) These breaths - which seemed to only build up in intensity - were small, concentrated manifestations of his anger. The thought of a certain other man -- or insect, if you asked Shizuo himself -- left his knuckles itching for bloody contact. ] Where the hell is he?
From the start, I knew it. I knew it all along! Him, it's always him . . .
[ You see, after having
this sexy conversation with Dino, Shizuo had an epiphany. Well, you could say he simply came to the conclusion he always came to in the end: EVERYTHING IS IZAYA'S FAULT. ]
Just what are you planning, I-zaaaaa-yaaaaaa ....?!