A short blurb written by a friend, who didn't want to post this.
"Hello?"
"Why hello there, good sir. Our company is conducting a survey on home appliances. Would you mind participating?"
Shizuo glances at his watch. "Ah, yeah, I guess I have some time."
"I see…" The speaker pauses for dramatic effect and Shizuo's eyebrow ticks.
"…Is your refrigerator running?"
"I—What?"
"Is your refrigerator running?" repeats the speaker clearly.
"What the—Who is this?"
"Sir, please answer the question."
Shizuo's mouth opens slightly in irritation and bemusement before he blurts out an, "I—Yes."
"I see…" The speaker pauses again and Shizuo can feel his anger mounting. "Well you had better go catch it."
"Who the fuck is this?"
Shizuo is met with the sounds of stifled laughter. Oh, fuck no. He did not just go there. "FLEA!" He roars. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
"All in good time, Shizu-chan," responds Izaya lightly and hangs up.
"You filthy—" Shizuo doesn't bother to complete his sentence and instead storms all the way to the bastard's office in Shinjuku.
A couple of hours later, Izaya is hard-pressed to explain to Shinra exactly how a cellphone came to be lodged in his throat.
