"Why did I steal it?" Izaya reiterated, tapping his angular chin as he thought. "Well... I suppose it was to annoy you." That was one reason he'd done it but it wasn't the main one.
"Are you going to give it back?"
"In return for something."
"Hm..." With a smirk, Izaya looked the other up and down in the calculating manner he was so skilled at. "What are you offering?"
- Two people meet in a launderette in the early hours of the morning. But what was meant to be nothing more than drunken rambling creates ripples in the future.
There isn't actually smut in this