Or well, that's his resolution, but he hasn't quite realized that it still hasn't been very long since Izaya slipped that drug into his drink, and its effects haven't worn off. He is patient for a little while, but eventually that heaviness in his limbs, the blackness at the edge of his vision--
He slumps against the wall with a quiet thump, rubbing at one temple with a vaguely annoyed expression.
Dratted drug--maybe he should drink more fluids...]
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He's stubborn--he has his music. So he'll wait.
For as long as it takes.
Or well, that's his resolution, but he hasn't quite realized that it still hasn't been very long since Izaya slipped that drug into his drink, and its effects haven't worn off. He is patient for a little while, but eventually that heaviness in his limbs, the blackness at the edge of his vision--
He slumps against the wall with a quiet thump, rubbing at one temple with a vaguely annoyed expression.
Dratted drug--maybe he should drink more fluids...]