Look at me doing things in a timely manner. Well, here's another uwu
"Hello, hello~" Izaya couldn't stop himself from provoking the faerie. If he didn't he wouldn't be Izaya Orihara.
Shizuo growled lowly, "Cut it out. This ain't the place for that shit."
Shinra looked at him as if he had grown a second head… Or was like pregnant or something crazy like that. "Ah… Shizuo, I never thought you'd be the voice of reason. Maybe being a mommy will do you so—Ghk!"
Without missing a beat Shizuo sent a fist careening at the underground doctor's solar plexus. That shut him up. "Don't call me a mommy."
The dark haired informant snickered mockingly, his attention averted almost completely from Celty, who still seeming liable to attack.
She stomped her foot, her fingers flitting furiously across the keypad of her PDA.
[Who let him in here?] She shoved the screen into Shinra's face, ignoring the fact that he was doubled over in pain. He was too busy trying to catch his breath to actually answer.
If she had a head she would have probably been grinding her teeth. She erased a modified her question.
[What are you doing here?!] This time she turned the screen to face the informant himself.
Being the difficult son of a bitch he is, Izaya found himself almost physically incapable in replying in a mature manner, instead opting to shrug and smirk as he leaned in close to Shizuo's side, laying a hand on the blonde's pudgy, gelled stomach, much to the ex-bartender's chagrin. Shizuo frowned down at the hand on his belly, as if he could make it disappear simply by glaring it at.
With their attentions elsewhere, both Shinra and Shizuo missed the way Celty bristled, removing her yellow and blue helmet and exposing the irritated puffs of black escaping her neck.
[Get away from him!]
"Celty, Celty…" Izaya grins, his eyes narrowing, "Don't you think Shizu-chan here would be the one flipping out if my being here was a problem?"
Shizuo snorts. Izaya's being there wasn't not a problem. The blonde looks up at his headless friend, his gaze softening. "Celty… Sorry."
The headless rider lowers her PDA, her shoulder tense in question.
Shinra, who had until then been hunched over, his ability to recover from Shizuo's hit partially due to the fact that the underground doctor avoided physical activity. He coughed a few times before managing to speak up.
"C-calm down, darling," The bespectacled man rubs at his chest and winces, "Izaya has been taking care of Shizuo. He's the papa."
The pregnant blonde grunted, shoving his shirt down over his still gooey tummy and pushing off of the examination table he had been sprawled out on. "A-alright, enough o' this! We done here? I think yes."
"Shizu-chan!" Izaya reached out to help the debt collector up, but was smacked away for his troubles. The red-eyed man wasn't above pouting, and he made sure Shizuo knew it.
With a scoff, the blonde approached Celty, his real friend.
Shizuo rubbed the back of his head, giving the headless woman an apologetic look, "I shoulda told you first, I guess, huh?"
That was all it took to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. She supposed that if Shizuo was calm about this, then she should be too. Even so, she still glared suspiciously at the informant—or she would have, had she been with head.
[Be careful, Shizuo.]
She held her PDA up so only the blonde could see.
[Whatever you do, don't let that weasel manipulate you.]
Shizuo nodded, sure that Celty knew what she was talking about. "Got it."
While she was distracted, Shinra took it about himself to "sneak" up behind the faerie and hug her—judging by the way she tensed, the sneaking was a failure. The doctor began corralling her towards the door, "Come on, honey~ Let's let the parents have a chat!"
Celty was hesitant but eventually let herself be pulled away, elbowing Shinra harshly in the side and showing the screen of her PDA over her shoulder without turning back.
[Don't you pull me around!]
The doctor coughed and smiled good-naturedly, probably due to noticing the flustered puffs of smoke leaving his love's neck. "Yes, dear!"