--Huh. Look good on camera? If that's supposed to be a punchline for another joke, it's a rather oddly phrased one, but Shizuo assumes that must be what it is. Trying to look at it as a compliment wouldn't make any sense, after all; Shizuo is perpetually convinced he's nothing remarkable to look at, and besides that, Namie hasn't even gotten a chance to see him at decent form in the first place. Between sopping rain and blood everywhere, being full of bullets, and spending most of his time in her apartment almost completely undressed...more awkward physical first impressions probably couldn't be found.
His head tilts a little and he's almost tempted to turn towards her, but decides against it. Still, she does get one assumption right at least, and Shizuo scoffs in agreement. "Yeah, I'd walk out. I've already walked out on those sorts of guys already, before. ...Kinda." Well, less 'walked out' and more 'nearly threw the talent scout out a window', but those are the little details. At least it'd all turned out very well for Kasuka in the end.
Normal conversations with Izaya are indeed probably the opposite of wholesome. At least Shizuo can offer her something different for one morning, even if he's unaware of it; Namie is unlikely to find a more straightforward person to talk to, after all. One new bandage pressed on, and then another, and Shizuo listens with curiosity when she finally answers about her job. "Personal secretary?"
The last bandage is applied and she moves away, finally; Shizuo sits back in the chair again, faint tension he wasn't even aware of loosing from his shoulders as Namie moves to the other side of the kitchen and his clothes. (That whole process hadn't even been that bad at all, though, something in the back of his head remarks--almost nice? In retrospect.) But then he wonders why he's even thinking about it like that, and Shizuo pushes those thoughts away. Instead, he considers what a secretarial job must be like, and the overall conclusion he draws isn't a particularly negative one.
"...Sounds quiet." There's almost something very vaguely wistful, about this comment. Shizuo shows no sign of making any connection between her job and Izaya just yet, either, and so it would seem that Namie's in the clear this time.
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His head tilts a little and he's almost tempted to turn towards her, but decides against it. Still, she does get one assumption right at least, and Shizuo scoffs in agreement. "Yeah, I'd walk out. I've already walked out on those sorts of guys already, before. ...Kinda." Well, less 'walked out' and more 'nearly threw the talent scout out a window', but those are the little details. At least it'd all turned out very well for Kasuka in the end.
Normal conversations with Izaya are indeed probably the opposite of wholesome. At least Shizuo can offer her something different for one morning, even if he's unaware of it; Namie is unlikely to find a more straightforward person to talk to, after all. One new bandage pressed on, and then another, and Shizuo listens with curiosity when she finally answers about her job. "Personal secretary?"
The last bandage is applied and she moves away, finally; Shizuo sits back in the chair again, faint tension he wasn't even aware of loosing from his shoulders as Namie moves to the other side of the kitchen and his clothes. (That whole process hadn't even been that bad at all, though, something in the back of his head remarks--almost nice? In retrospect.) But then he wonders why he's even thinking about it like that, and Shizuo pushes those thoughts away. Instead, he considers what a secretarial job must be like, and the overall conclusion he draws isn't a particularly negative one.
"...Sounds quiet." There's almost something very vaguely wistful, about this comment. Shizuo shows no sign of making any connection between her job and Izaya just yet, either, and so it would seem that Namie's in the clear this time.