[Izaya turns to Shinra a little too quickly, fingers dropping from the collar before he looks at them, puzzled. Yes, he certainly put the collar on, didn't he? But really, why wouldn't he? It feels nice. And wasn't putting it on the reason why Shinra gave it to him? It must have been, surely?]
I presumed you wanted me to at least try it on. Was I wrong?
[Leaning back against the edge of the table, Izaya is the picture of relaxation, as he so often is. The smile's still on his lips, but all the same, that question is out there. Did he do something wrong?]
Izaya is 21 forever, he can wait as long as you want him to.
[Izaya turns to Shinra a little too quickly, fingers dropping from the collar before he looks at them, puzzled. Yes, he certainly put the collar on, didn't he? But really, why wouldn't he? It feels nice. And wasn't putting it on the reason why Shinra gave it to him? It must have been, surely?]
I presumed you wanted me to at least try it on. Was I wrong?
[Leaning back against the edge of the table, Izaya is the picture of relaxation, as he so often is. The smile's still on his lips, but all the same, that question is out there. Did he do something wrong?]