[His face twists into an expression of pure amusement. Almost sick amusement. Ironically, his thoughts don't seem to reflect the expression. As a matter of fact, they slide over onto a warmer scenario where that little kid Izaya is being handed a familiar looking jacket by a woman who's identity is cut off at the waste.
Then it goes to just Zelda's face and then it becomes a black blur of nothing.]
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Then it goes to just Zelda's face and then it becomes a black blur of nothing.]
So was that your first kiss?