[In their wrestle to the top, Psyche has to clamp his mouth shut before he shouts anything. It's getting to the point where the silence is bothering even him. It's not a problem when he does it but he doesn't appreciate the same medicine from Izaya.
Psyche aimlessly jams his knee anywhere it will connect. Where he kicks is hardly a priority at the moment, fretting more over the fact he can't tell if he's clawing at Izaya's fur coat or his own. He'd make a house cat proud with his clawing desperation but he's not very fond of the idea of ripping his own cuff.]
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Psyche aimlessly jams his knee anywhere it will connect. Where he kicks is hardly a priority at the moment, fretting more over the fact he can't tell if he's clawing at Izaya's fur coat or his own. He'd make a house cat proud with his clawing desperation but he's not very fond of the idea of ripping his own cuff.]