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[ aaa!!! hold on. slow down. he can't— most of it is really easy to understand, but there's a lot that gets taken over his head. and, not because he's stupid. in fact, he can be terribly clever and conniving when he wants to be. it's because ... well he's primitive compared to the things here. and, the people most of all. from a more elegant, romantic era of it, but none the less. hell, he couldn't even figure out that he could bring the room to light the night before by the flick of a switch.
although, izaya's exceeded—whether he meant to or not—in frustrating him because he's furious he can't keep up, which makes him irate that claude isn't here to help him up to speed. and that.
claude isn't here.
ahhh, he's caving inward at the chest. 'Don't you fucking cry,' he thinks, and instantly: lower lashes are brimming up with tears. ]
—I don't bloody know what a fucking automated anything is! [ higher pitched than he'd like, but once he hits that point. he hits it. ] We don't have 'automated' anything at all where I'm from!