(Izaya's learned something very valuable first thing he got to Hell - don't accept drinks or food from demons, and he extended that to strangers. If he doesn't make it, he doesn't ingest it, it's straightforward self-preservation, considering the fact that even his best friend decided to drug him not too long ago. Izaya's been off Frenzy for a while now, since the last evening spent at the Asylum, and his choice is to never touch substances again, even with a twenty feet pole.
So, of course, his hands are devoid of beverages, he's just hanging out and exchanging texts mindlessly when Techachiin spits not too far from him, and Izaya makes a total of zero (0) effort to hide the laughter that just bursts out of him.)
The grace of the Gods, ladies and gentlemen!
(Except he's even going to be a little nice, giving the man a napkin to deal with the aftermath.)
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So, of course, his hands are devoid of beverages, he's just hanging out and exchanging texts mindlessly when Techachiin spits not too far from him, and Izaya makes a total of zero (0) effort to hide the laughter that just bursts out of him.)
The grace of the Gods, ladies and gentlemen!
(Except he's even going to be a little nice, giving the man a napkin to deal with the aftermath.)