Izaya was walking down the bustling streets of Ikebukuro while talking to a client on the phone, giving out the information to them as it was his job as an underground info broker after all. He glances around the streets to see cars passing and people going about their day. His lips curve into his usual devious smirk, his auburn eyes gleaming with mischief and interest, his mind racing of what scenarios he could put them through and what their reactions would be.