"IZAYA!" I pounded my fist on his door so hard I was surprised Kon hadn't awoken by the force and mistaken it for violence. "IZAYA, GET YOUR ASS OUT-"
The door opened and my fist hit something soft.
" I muttered, looking down. Either Izaya had tits or I just hit a woman.
"Can I help you?"
"Ah, Namie, it's Jiro. Let him in."
Oh. Was this his new slave or something?
"Yep~" I hadn't realized I said that out loud until I got a serious glare from that Namie chick and a chirp from Izaya sent my way. The woman could have been halfway intimidating if I hadn't left a white smudge on her sweater from my paint.
"Oops." I gestured to the spot and the sight of it seemed to piss her off even more. She huffed and stalked off, most likely to clean it.
"Long time no see, little one~"
"Never say that again. That was creepy." I said as I dug into my pocket for a face wipe. The paint was starting to itch.
Izaya smirked and looked at me with those sharp brown eyes of his. People say that's real