Izaya did not enjoy this curse. It had ruined and messed things up in a way that he had never even comprehended. After his unusually emotional meeting with Shizuo, he'd crawled back to his penthouse to be alone. He had slumped at his desk and toppled forward to put his head into his arms. He was miserable. Of course he was. He didn't know what was with this curse but it had fucked up his life to some degree. His body heaved in a large sigh- but stopped part of the way when he heard the front door open.
Right. He had roommates now. He slowly sat up and slouched in his chair, grimacing as his raw skin just under his clothes got rubbed the wrong way. He was exhausted, to say the least, but not really from physical exertion. He'd fought Shizuo on greater scales than that before.
"Yeah," Izaya mumbled, sitting up more entirely before he stood altogether. "The new curse makes you say weird stuff," he said, pushing in his chair. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto his desk. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his body and dropped that onto his desk as well. Along his left arm was some skidded flesh around his upper arm and his elbow. Down more along his back and creeping into his pants was also some ripped flesh. Well that's what he got for tripping like he had.
"Makes you confess things. Embarrassing things mostly but some really serious stuff too or it just makes you confess things that just aren't true," he explained to Laharl, walking around his desk and towards the demon. Once he got to the little demon king, he put his hands down onto his shoulders and just smiled.
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Right. He had roommates now. He slowly sat up and slouched in his chair, grimacing as his raw skin just under his clothes got rubbed the wrong way. He was exhausted, to say the least, but not really from physical exertion. He'd fought Shizuo on greater scales than that before.
"Yeah," Izaya mumbled, sitting up more entirely before he stood altogether. "The new curse makes you say weird stuff," he said, pushing in his chair. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto his desk. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his body and dropped that onto his desk as well. Along his left arm was some skidded flesh around his upper arm and his elbow. Down more along his back and creeping into his pants was also some ripped flesh. Well that's what he got for tripping like he had.
"Makes you confess things. Embarrassing things mostly but some really serious stuff too or it just makes you confess things that just aren't true," he explained to Laharl, walking around his desk and towards the demon. Once he got to the little demon king, he put his hands down onto his shoulders and just smiled.
"Want to come play doctor?"