Tried. To.
Shizuo sitting in his home was incredibly annoying.
When he had gotten home, his enemy had just been right there, and Izaya decided that he didn't want the brute to wreck his home, so he ignored him and went directly to his work, taking off his jacket and shoes, and heading over to his computer, aware of the eyes that followed him.
He was used to Namie staring at him, so he just brushed it off.
He wondered if Shizuo would say something to him, to get his attention. But it never happened. Shizuo just laid on the couch quietly, as though waiting for Izaya to annoy him.
That probably was what the brute was waiting for to happen.
Stupid blonde.
No wonder they have stereotypes.
Eventually it got on his nerves. What did he want?
Izaya turned, finally deciding to ask what the blonde wanted. Maybe then he would go home.
"Is there something you need?
Izaya scowled deeper as the blonde took his time to respond.
"Nah."
"Then go away stupid!"
"Can't."
"Oh? Why not?"
"Tired."
"Then go home and sleep!"
Shizuo let loose a long sigh.
Izaya's hand twitched, wanting to throw something at the moron on his couch, but knew it would do nothing except anger him.
Izaya tried to concentrate, however, he was interrupted by his chair being turned around. Izaya glared at the form above him.
Shizuo glared back and muttered what he had really wanted to ask.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?"
Izaya leaned back into his chair, mildly amused. He chuckled and turned his chair around and started to work again.
It was going to be a long night.