[Action; locked to Izaya]

[paymeorelse]

[Shizuo was calmly walking through Ikea, feeling bored. He was there to FINALLY buy a bed for Minato, which had been the easy part. He had added a set of matching sheets and a specialized pillow for comfort, just to show how sorry he was. His brother would be proud of his thoughtfulness

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[sociophile]

[MEANWHILE, IN HOUSEWARES.... Izaya took a step back from the miniature display he'd created and pressed a thoughtful finger to his lips. Yes..... yes, it was true the charmör set was the more masculine option - but the ödmjuk held a certain traditional charm that he was rather partial to, and would compliment the skala serving tray and svit flatware he already had at home nicely

[paymeorelse]

[This would be a good moment to point out that Shizuo's irritation levels were on the rise. It wasn't his fault, really, the place was just jam-packed with people who wouldn't move out of the way (which was just bad manners) and it was really getting on his nerves. But was fine, it was something he could control, Tom had told him to watch his temper and he thought he was doing a pretty good job...

Until he spotted a familiar face a few meters away from him.

One could say that Shizuo's face immediately took an enraged, predatory expression. Or that his body had tensed up much like an angry cat's would. On his part, all Shizuo thought about was how he needed something, anything to make that head disappear-

Oh, that lamp standing by would do the trick]

oh look here i am again

[sociophile]

[Maybe it was the whizzing of air that caught his attention, or maybe a solid near-decade spent dodging strange projectiles had given him a sixth sense about these things - or maybe, most likely, he'd been expecting it - but Izaya manages to duck only just in time, the årstid floor lamp soaring like a javelin over his head. It crashes into the cement pillar ten feet away him, metal husk crumpling like paper.]

Uwaaaa~~~a!! That was almost a bullseye!

[Popping back up with a little hop, he walks over to the demolished lamp and kicks it with his toe, whistling a little under his breath with detached amusement, like he wasn't moments ago just a second away from becoming scandinavian-designed shish kebab.]

it's cool man I HAD A BUSY DAY TOO sorry :(

[paymeorelse]

[It was a huge disappointment, to say the least, to see the lamp fly over its intended target and crash elsewhere, destroying some shelves and scaring some people in the process. Nothing out of the ordinary there, except perhaps for the dozens of swedish meatballs that came rolling down as a result of the crash.

But Shizuo had bigger fish to fry (or beat into a bloody mess), namely the annoying bastard with the black jacket. The one-man army made his way over destroying everything that got on his way]

Damn it... Just when I think I can go out in peace, you have to be there... Damn it, this pisses me off...

[despite his annoyed tone of voice, Shizuo is also sporting a very scary smile. One word: terrifying]