“Just go to Ikebukuro. The only one who can get your panties this twisted up is Heiwajima, so go and fix whatever it is that is making you more obnoxious than usual. You’re driving me crazy.”
“You reached that destination ages ago,” he retaliated half-heartedly. It was such a lame attempt that…
[Do you care for Izaya? Does he make you happy?]
Shizuo swallowed his cigarette.
In the following struggle, he divided his attention between evacuating the burning stick from his esophagus and reeling at the (numerous, terrifying) implications of her statement. The swallowed cigarette was…