( that whole cool guy act izaya wears so easily doesn't so much falter as simply lifts. like a mask briefly raised, as his smirk sharpens. )

Oh, you misunderstand. War and game are two different things.

( his eyes narrow, the smile abates, drops away to something colder. no motion is lost on him (he's butted heads with shizu-chan enough to know how to dodge most things, ha-ha!) ) People like to think war has a point.

This? Is just a game. Who swings the hardest, or who cares the least, or who hides the best. ( time and time again, he would reiterate how he would have rather watched than participated, but it's an opinion he keeps to himself, for now. it's more convenient that way. and he didn't really care to watch people die. in all, it was kind of a boring, mundane idea anyway. )

I'm not reveling in being someone else's plaything, if that's what you mean. ( a shrug, too nonchalant against the bite of his statement, even as he gives an easy tip back onto his heel. carefree and unnerving, to his very last breath.

funny enough, that point was true. it was fucking annoying, and the collar was starting to scratch against his neck as a consistent.

people dying though, people killing each other....well. it was part of that whole human thing. admittedly (oddly), izaya never liked being aware of his own humanity. and above all, no, he didn't care for dying. especially not for someone else's entertainment.) I have street cred? Haha, I didn't know!

( as smug as a cat that got in the cream, tbh. )