(Here's his deal. Izaya doesn't drink. Being who he is, there's always the chance of something lurking in the shadows, ready to take advantage of a vulnerability. One could easily argue that this is not Ikebukuro, and he can't argue with that, but if he's here, who's to say his enemies can't come as well? One does attack him on sight, after all. He needs his reflexes as sharp as ever, in any case.
All this being said, there's nowhere as interesting to him as to where people flock. He gets to hear the gossip, and if he's lucky, he might even get a pawn. Who knows? Anything can happen! That's the beauty of life, isn't it? Doesn't do anyone's bidding, not really.
Either way. He's spinning his switchblade between his fingers, eyes focused on his journal.)
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All this being said, there's nowhere as interesting to him as to where people flock. He gets to hear the gossip, and if he's lucky, he might even get a pawn. Who knows? Anything can happen! That's the beauty of life, isn't it? Doesn't do anyone's bidding, not really.
Either way. He's spinning his switchblade between his fingers, eyes focused on his journal.)