(Aoba isn't even aware that Izaya breathes the same air as them. As far as he knows, Izaya is fucking up something back home, not down here? Fuck, not that his brain functions really well when the blade slides closer to the center of his foot. A drop of cold sweat drips from his temple, but does he complain? No sir.)
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Nope. I'll limp my way out, I guess.