[Even more unusual to Shizuo's reactions, the best that was given to the informant was one of the laziest glares that one could've imagined coming from him. The fact that he was here sucked, yeah, but that was all it was right now. Nothing actually happened to get angry over, now that he was able to really process things. It didn't seem... necessary. Just annoying and extra work. If there was going to be any response, there was just; ]
Damn flea.
[As he leaned over to read Celty's text. Getting out a cigarette, he stepped over to the front of the bike before kneeling down. Even if he had a part time job for the shortest of times at a garage, he really didn't know much about the black bike in the first place. Just that it was Celty's and connected to whatever she was. Tapping the top of it, all Shizuo could offer was a shrug before standing proper again. What to do... What could be done?]
no subject
Damn flea.
[As he leaned over to read Celty's text. Getting out a cigarette, he stepped over to the front of the bike before kneeling down. Even if he had a part time job for the shortest of times at a garage, he really didn't know much about the black bike in the first place. Just that it was Celty's and connected to whatever she was. Tapping the top of it, all Shizuo could offer was a shrug before standing proper again. What to do... What could be done?]
You try asking the company or something?