@fistsinaction -The moment was over as soon as it arrived as he flopped back against the bench, sighing.
"How much longer is this going to take? I've got other things to do, you know."
As if he could somehow will his ankle to be better.
@fistsinaction Their fight had gone on like they always had. A swipe of a knife here and there, a thrown object, dodged punches. By all means, it should end as it always had, right? With Izaya escaping and Shizuo frustrated once more, Ikeburko in tatters with thrown street-
@fistsinaction -"My apartment isn't shitty. It's better than yours at least." He reminded.
His brows were furrowed as well, ever so slightly. Most people wouldn't even notice a change of expression, really, but Shizuo did tend to notice more than most when not enraged.
He hated it.-
@fistsinaction -"I know your protozoan brain is pathetically small, but what I said earlier wasn't an invitation."
Nonetheless, he stayed still, mainly because he was sure that his legs might be ripped off and thrown away otherwise.
@fistsinaction -The action caught the informant off guard just enough to shut him up, a blessing for Shizuo, surely.
The grip was gentle, but the subsequent drag was less so, about to protest until he was set down on the bench.-
@fistsinaction -Then again, the only thing expectable about Shizuo was his anger. Maybe that's why he poked and prodded so much.
"It's your fault that my ankle got sprained."
Devious as he was, he got a new idea for teasing. Rolling his head into the crook of Shizuo's neck and looking up.-
@fistsinaction -Maybe if he could get them under himself properly, he could sit upright at the very least.
Stupid brute. It felt like moving lead.
Lead that suddenly had him sitting on the ground with his right leg twisted awkwardly underneath him, having collapsed from the strain.
@fistsinaction -position, soft, laboured huffs leaving his mouth as his eyes stared at his hands, hair hanging down in front of his eyes.
"I wouldn't have even fell if it weren't for you grabbing me. Dragging me down to your level."
He refused to look up, trying carefully to scoot his legs.-