Author's Note- One, I do not own Durarara. Two, I should be working on other stories. Three, I never thought I'd come back to this conversation.

Compare, Chapter Two

Izaya skipped down the lane, humming. After hearing about the text at three in the morning, he had wondered what his two humans had been up to.

It was rare for Mikado to get into an argument, but for them to be consulting Erika instead of him….no, it did not grate on him that they didn't go to the information broker, after all, he didn't deal in that kind of information about manga and voice actors and anime and traits.

Well, he hadn't.

Across town, Namie sighed as she stacked the magazines Izaya had demanded she run out an get a few minutes ago. But why he wanted magazines about manga, she decided not to ask. It was probably just something for manipulation.

And she wasn't throwing that stone to get an avalanche dropped on her in return, finding out everything she could about what Seiji liked-

Namie felt a chill. What if Izaya decided he 'loved' a human like that?

She uttered a short prayer for whoever it was, and went about her work.

Izaya got back from work later that night, grabbed a magazine and sat down to read.

Yawning, Izaya tossed the last magazine back onto the pile and looked at the clock. He jumped, and flew into the kitchen.

"Ah, ah, no coffee for you, I already checked, you don't have anything scheduled until this evening." Namie ordered, menacing him with the feather duster.

Izaya sighed, before turning around to give her a cheery smile.

"And I help them, yes I do. Now it's happened once or twice, someone couldn't pay the price, and I'm afraid…" The voice cut out as Namie answered the phone.

Izaya looked at her. Last he had checked, they had a normal ring tone for the work phone. But the one in the kitchen seemed to have a woman singing out of it. Snapping himself out of it, he realized that Namie must have changed the ringtone.

"Yes, thank you. I will tell him."

Namie hung up, and Izaya looked at the phone. Maybe he was just more tired than he thought.

"Namie…why was there a woman singing through my phone?"

"The woman is the voice actor for Ursula, an underwater sea witch in a Disney film. You remind me of her."

With that, Namie wrote something down on a sticky note and walked in to the living room. Izaya trailed after her, and flopped down on a couch.

What the heck was a Disney film? And he reminded her of a sea witch?

Izaya fell asleep on the couch, as Namie finished tidying up the workplace. She threw a blanket over him, not wanting to hear tomorrow about how cold hearted she was, a threat to docking her pay for not taking care of him, and the threat of taking care of him.

Of course, now he might bother her about taking care of him and having a caring heart, or Izaya would rag on her about having a caring heart when he damn well knew she did this just to avoid further problems.

Namie sighed, and closed up shop.