Sorry about dragging you along, Celty signs, barely turning around enough for Shizuo to see the
flicker of pale fingers in the moonlit darkness. I know parties aren’t really your thing.
mind,” he says aloud, though she’s turning away already, running a hand through
her hair again even though it’s fine, it looks just as good as
it did when they left. She spent an hour in the bathroom, too,
uncharacteristically fussy with her hair while Shizuo alternately held the
curling iron or the hairspray for her. She does look nice, though Shizuo can’t
completely point to what is different; he supposes that’s the point, though, to
still be yourself just…more so, somehow.
need to worry about it,” he says as Celty takes the stairs to the second-floor
apartment one at a time, bracing herself with the handrail. She shows no sign
of listening to him, but Shizuo’s pretty sure she’s in no state to pay
attention to anything but her adrenaline anyway. “I’m pretty sure he’ll just be
glad to see you.”