(Look at them, alone at last. Izaya's been rather busy, trying to clear the red in his eyes from seeing his precious humans turned into creatures he barely even recognizes. Lucifer said he'll talk to Mammon, so hopefully, such a thing doesn't happen again. It doesn't mean Izaya isn't thinking about war, though.
Not like he hadn't spoken to Barbas himself. Oops.
Either way, being quietly closed off for a while should do him some good, with his... What are they, again? In his arms, resting against his chest like this. It's almost too nice, and he can't stop himself from pressing a kiss to her cheek.)
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Not like he hadn't spoken to Barbas himself. Oops.
Either way, being quietly closed off for a while should do him some good, with his... What are they, again? In his arms, resting against his chest like this. It's almost too nice, and he can't stop himself from pressing a kiss to her cheek.)
Still awake?