Izaya was bored. All he had were the memories of his late night, early morning, daybreak, and every other time of the day trolling to keep him occupied. Hiroko was in the other room asleep, being a terrible host to her uninvited guest.

A huff from the printer and Izaya gave up trying to move into wall via the surge protector the printer was getting energy from. He still had a weird tingling sensation waving through his soul that he couldn't discern whether or not it should be worry him. It lingered for far too long and in the process his thoughts went to unpleasant places. His reputation. It was tarnished by a vending machine and if- no when he got his body back that vending machine brand will have wished they had gone into the stuff toy business.

The printer hummed and Hiroko shifted in her sleep. Then Izaya recalled her phone was charging using the very same surge protector. An eerie grin would have been present if he had his face to reveal such an expression; instead there was a low, eerie emitted sound from the printer. If he could possess a printer why not a mobile device? He'd much rather be a phone.

He'd no longer be a printer

2) Hiroko could no longer call him Mr. Printer

3) Its mobile.

4) Better chance at seeing his humans. They must be lonely.

5) No worries about low ink or paper

And then, very important, number 6) He would no longer be a printer.

More soft humming came from the printer as he waited patiently for the tingling from his first escape attempt to come to a complete halt. Once his soul was more at peace… he'd go for it.