In less than a second, he's out of his chair, a hand secured around Izaya's neck.
That laugh.
That stupid laugh, that bastard, that little parasite laughing at him.
His grip tightens a centimetre, his chest heaving as he kneels over Izaya, fingers ready to crush the cartilage of the raven's windpipe, to suffocate him until he's blue in the face, until his eyes roll back in his head. ]
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In less than a second, he's out of his chair, a hand secured around Izaya's neck.
That laugh.
That stupid laugh, that bastard, that little parasite laughing at him.
His grip tightens a centimetre, his chest heaving as he kneels over Izaya, fingers ready to crush the cartilage of the raven's windpipe, to suffocate him until he's blue in the face, until his eyes roll back in his head. ]