"You've gotten awful thin lately, Izaya." The man in question stiffened for a brief moment before turning his head. "Observant today, are we?" Izaya questioned as he lifted his towel from his shoulders and ruffled his hair. "Well, as clever as you think you are, you're wrong. I haven't lost any weight, Namie."
"Do you always have to be snarky?" Namie said.
"Is there a reason for me not to be?"
"Maybe you should stop putting up a facade."
Izaya dramatically sighed, throwing the towel on the floor and raising his arms above his head for a stretch. "I don't appreciate you trying to analyze me, secretary." Namie rolled her eyes. "That's my job".
"Actually, info broker, that's not your job."
"I'm done with this conversation, Namie," Izaya clipped, remembering the original topic and not wanting Namie to push any further.
Namie sighed, equally as dramatically. She pushed her paperwork to the side, putting her head in her hands. "What, tough day?" Izaya said as he picked up the towel and walked toward the bathroom. He hung the towel on the hook behind the door, and then proceeded to stare himself down in the mirror. He did this every time he went into the bathroom- a body check.
"Yeah, sure," Namie said. "I'm not going to spill my heart out to you though, so just forget it."
"I never asked you to." Izaya lowered the towel around his waist and touched his hip bones, unsatisfied with their appearance. "And what, do you still not trust me?"
"No way. Anyone who ever places a single ounce of trust in you is either stupid or has a death wish."
Izaya chuckled at that. He emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later to find Namie back at her work.
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