Really, Izaya by now was hardly surprised by Minato's bland reaction. Though he was a little bit disappointed not to see something more. He couldn't determine whether or not Minato was incredibly predictable in an unpredictable way or simply unpredictable way in a way that scratched at Izaya's skin. It was still something he often considered late at night.
Though he did expect the question and to that he merely shrugged. Sliding off of the desk, he stepped around a few seconds before he found the trash can and dropped his stick into it.
"Well," he said, slowly as though Minato had asked him a question about something particularly serious, "I suppose that I was objectifying the idea of destruction. So isn't that neat?" he asked, though the answer was entirely poetic bullshit.
Something that made him chuckle not a moment later, spinning around and raising a finger at Minato.
"I did it because I was bored~," he said, "And I like to make hobbies for myself when I become bored. It passed the time and it's still passing the time. I could've stomped on it, to be fair, but I'm not that cruel." Arguably, he really was, since the headphones were still rendered mostly useless.
The old informant broker sighed with his entire body before strolling around behind Minato's chair before he invited himself to sit down just on the arm of the chair, peering down at the strange boy.
"Besides. It's Christmas~. The time of year where apparently you're supposed to spread good cheer and I'm just doing my part. Even if it's for myself. It must be a real bummer, Minato, knowing you can't fix something. Are you going to throw them away now?"
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Though he did expect the question and to that he merely shrugged. Sliding off of the desk, he stepped around a few seconds before he found the trash can and dropped his stick into it.
"Well," he said, slowly as though Minato had asked him a question about something particularly serious, "I suppose that I was objectifying the idea of destruction. So isn't that neat?" he asked, though the answer was entirely poetic bullshit.
Something that made him chuckle not a moment later, spinning around and raising a finger at Minato.
"I did it because I was bored~," he said, "And I like to make hobbies for myself when I become bored. It passed the time and it's still passing the time. I could've stomped on it, to be fair, but I'm not that cruel." Arguably, he really was, since the headphones were still rendered mostly useless.
The old informant broker sighed with his entire body before strolling around behind Minato's chair before he invited himself to sit down just on the arm of the chair, peering down at the strange boy.
"Besides. It's Christmas~. The time of year where apparently you're supposed to spread good cheer and I'm just doing my part. Even if it's for myself. It must be a real bummer, Minato, knowing you can't fix something. Are you going to throw them away now?"