( not that there isn't something inherently animalistic to him, to the well-met and worn look in his eyes that never leaves no matter who he's talking to, but hearing the implication out-loud gave rise to some sour memories. all this, when he's the one who started it in the first place. )

W-What'd you ju—

( beep beep beep.

izou clucks his tongue, a shadow of worry hanging over him thanks to the very real possibility that his "coworker's" highly advanced recording equipment may result in his pay being docked. got to lower that voice... got to lower it, but he doesn't want to. there's something about this guy... )

Keh! Were I able t'carry a blade in here, I'd a... no, no. Nevermind. Look. What're you... I'll help you look for... whatever. Anything ta clear this place up faster.