I AM IN A VAN WITH AN ANGRY PARANOID RUSSIAN MAN WHO KEEPS HONKING AND SWERVING I AM GONNA PUKE.
Yeah still no net owo,
@seliphra my ipod is not liking the internet here lol trying to fix but yeah…
I have to be up soon too =w=, this week I tell ya lol GOODNIGHT~
"It’s not cosplay." he stated, a little annoyed, but…if Yan believed it to be so, then why was he going to burst that bubble? If he saw them up close though, he would know. He would know right away, and he couldn’t allow that. "Anyway, go ahead and stay up as late as you want, I’m going to get some sleep."
He was suddenly worn out and cranky. Yan didn’t seem like the type to go through his things at least, and if he did, Izaya was sure he could always get him back for such rudeness.
Yan waited and watched Izaya go before a out came across his face as he brought his knees to his chest. He was glad the other was going to get some sleep but he still wanted to know what the other was hiding. He started to reason with himself as he watched the TV by looking right trough it.
Eventually he turned off the TV and sat there for a few hours and waited. He wasn’t going to sleep. He had come here to protect Izaya. He decided to check up on the other and headed up towards his room.
He quietly clicked the door open and peeked inside.
Izaya was fast asleep, curled into his blankets to keep warm. His apartment got chilly at night, so the hood was up and his hands inside the sleeves. His tail tucked into the shirt slightly around his waist, and he snoozed peacefully, totally unaware of the man coming into this room.
If he had known, he would be up in an instant, trying to figure out what he was doing and why, but lucky for Yan, it wasn’t happening anytime soon. He was a light sleeper, but only within the first couple and last couple hours of sleep.