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[ if that grating amusement plastered on izaya's face is getting to him, he doesn't show it. he's used to impassivity when he's upset, although, the person who's face who bore that expression (lack of, more like) always made himself unfailingly useful at comforting him too.
there's a large difference.
still, he doesn't want comfort from this piece of shit guy anyway, and to be completely honest, genuine concern or any sort of kindness would throw alois off twice as badly than any smirking. ]
Oh! [ it's a bit enthused, and very convincing. Oh, no. You're right about that, aren't you! How awful. [ aha, yep. there's that rising, mocking pitch now. ] Creating one's own fun is such a horrendously painful, terrible, wretched task, after all. [ (actually, it is a little bit, but, he has got all the buttons for his lips on that.) ]
[ he sweeps his hands up, slides eyes shut, sighs wistfully, and shrugs a little. ] It's truly an unfortunate thing that you're not creative enough for that. And, if it's only now just begun to be fun for you, I can only imagine how miserable and meaningless your life must have felt up until this point.
[ he delicately drops his hands into his lips, and opens his eyes to smile, oh-so saccharine (and not without a hint of suggestiveness, because his mind, in defense, tends to come straight to that). ] I'm so flattered if even someone like myself could bring a bit of sunlight into your godforsaken, miserable, pitiful, worthless little life.