The flea stirred as the door shut behind Shinra. Shizuo watched with mild amusement as the flea jumped up from the couch. Clearly, he didn't remember falling asleep again. He turned to see Shizuo looking at him, smiling.
"What's so funny, Shizu-chan?" His voice was strained as if he was trying to sound a lot stronger than he felt.
"Nothing." Shizuo responded looking away towards the bags on the counter. "Shinra came and left. Apparently he got called back to work on someone who's been shot. He told me to stay here and make sure you ate."
"Oh, yeah. Now the idiot turns his phone on!" Izaya turned his attention back to Shizuo. "Why the hell did you agree to stay here? No one asked me my opinion."
"Whatever. Just eat your damn food." Shizuo threw one of the bags at Izaya.
Izaya opened the bag and seemed to forget all about being angry when he saw the contents. "Yes! Ootoro! Ah, Shinra knows me well!" Izaya split the pair of cheap wooden chopsticks and plopped a piece of fatty tuna into his mouth. He carried the bag of food over to his desk, where he resumed working, continuously eating while he worked.
Shizuo watched in awe at the amount of food Izaya could eat. 'Where the hell does he put it all?' He thought as he opened his own bag of sushi courtesy of Shinra.
After he finished his dinner, Shizuo sat down on the couch, turning on the TV in the corner. He expected to hear protests from the flea, perhaps something along the lines of 'Do you mind? I'm trying to work', but the flea remained silent, typing away on his computer. Shizuo shrugged. This just made his life a little easier for the time being.
Soon enough, Shizuo began to succumb to his exhaustion. It felt odd to be considering sleep when the flea was only a few feet away, but considering how weakened the flea was from his illness, Shizuo figured he had nothing to worry about as he let himself fall asleep on the couch.
Izaya glanced over just in time to see Shizuo falling asleep on his couch. He sighed, wondering why that protozoan wouldn't just leave already. Izaya watched Shizuo with envy, wishing he could pass out on that couch, which once again, seemed to be calling out to his aching body.
Izaya looked from his computer, to the couch, and back again. "Fuck it." He said as he powered down his computer. He made his way to the L shaped couch, thankful he had purchased such a large piece of furniture. He would be able to sleep on one side without having to come into contact with the monster that took up the other side. The informant sank into the couch, and relaxed, reaching for his coat which was hanging over the back, and throwing it over himself. The cushions supported his body in just the right way to allow his aches and pains to dissipate as he slipped into a deep sleep.