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[ his face is wet. he wants to hit things. people. pull hair. rip shirt sleeves out of seams and binding off books and smash things all over the floor.
he wants izaya to come over there so he can pound this stupid ball and chain right against his dumb smug face. take all his aggression, upset, and fear out on him. on anything. but, he sits very stiffly, and doesn't move. ]
Really couldn't give a shite about it. [ it's more than snobbery, though, it's because no one gives a shit about him, either. this is a lifetime's lesson, after all. ] Why. Did I aggravate you? Would you like me to apologize for it? [ the tiniest unhinged smile. ] Is that what? Because you can fuck off, if it is.
To be perfectly honest, I hadn't the slightest I was speaking to anyone else apart from our dumb fuck warden, until the lot of you started to respond. —But, if you still want me to, come over here and I will proper.
[ OMG get over there so he can hit you!!! HE WANTS TO HIT SOMEONE SO BAD. ... u_u he's never going to be unrestrained at this rate.