Turns out that, without direct trouble coming at Shizuo's head, he's rather dull. Like he's some normal person living the perfectly normal life of a debt collector and bodyguard for another debt collector. Though it's quick after Izaya's following game begins that the guy starts getting increasingly irritated. Enough so that at one point, there was the clear crashing sound of something getting tossed (or destroyed, knowing how things could go with Shizuo,) at one of the target's homes.

Sometimes it's just amazing how much Izaya could ruin his day just by being in the area and not even seen at first.

It's not too far off from lunchtime when Shizuo finally catches sight of that damn coat. So he excused himself from Tom for a few minutes, not really waiting for a response because since when is he ever able to hold off for that long. In fact, his tolerance for fleas is so short right now that he doesn't even wait to get something to go over and swing at Izaya. While doing his usual "I-za-ya-kun," a swift kick sends one of the rows of vending machines, usually bolted and grounded into the sidewalks, flying right towards the information broker's location. "Something stunk like shit all day. Should've known it was you."