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Izaya's face went more red, ready to punch the repairman in the face for that but he had to pulled back and buries his arms back in the blankets. "....Idiot...." He mutters under his breathe, closing the door behind.
"Yeah, it's very wonderful like fucking summertime." Izaya sarcasm said, watching him closely. "Follow me." With that, he then walks towards another door that was below the staircase, opens it up and walks down, motioning his hand for him to come.
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