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Who: Orihara Izaya & All Of Vatheon
Where: The park
When: Sometime towards the evening but not at night
Style: Prose or action. I really don't care.
Status: Open

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And really? He probably hadn't. He walked slowly, his shoulders drooped with a bit of a glazed expression on his face. He knew it wasn't safe to be out and about in a state like this but his day was coming to an end and he planned on sleeping tonight. Swinging from his hand was a small plastic bag and in his other hand was a bottle of what looked to be tea.

As he shuffled through the park along the path, he eventually stopped by a tree that was just a few feet away from the path. He walked on over and all but collapsed at the tree's base, leaning up against it and stretched his legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. A few minutes passed of him just sitting there before finally, he moved again and began to unpack his bag.

A box of ootoro. He began to eat his dinner with his fingers, the bottle of tea on his other side. Of which he occasionally took a sip from. The typically observant informant seemed to be...well. Not so observant tonight. He seemed to be, anyway.

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Selphie had been in the park herself for most of the afternoon. Since the new year came in, she couldn't help but feel that she was getting both fat and lazy, and she couldn't possibly bare to cope with that. So she's been sparring, a lot by herself, every day so far. Well, it kept her busy.

She was pretty exhausted by the time she spotted Izaya slumped by the tree. The park was a great place to just dump yourself and think, but that didn't seem to suit Izaya somehow. At least, it didn't seem like something he just did for fun on a regular basis.

Selphie approached him slowly, her nunchuks slung around her neck like a scarf, a hand holding each of the handles as she tilted her head and watched him, "Hey, mister."

Selphie could be right about just that. No, she was right. Izaya did plenty of contemplating. Of which he did all over the city and island at individual times but this was a little different. At least he was usually out of sight and out of mind.

That didn't stop from the pleasant smile that surfaced the moment that he heard Selphie's familiar voice. Hey, he liked Selphie. She was kind of an actual friend too, wasn't she? It was a nice, refreshing thought. Maybe he was lonely. But nah...That wasn't important.

Instead, he perked up quite a bit and waved to Selphie. "Hey missus~," he replied.

"Oh, I didn't know you knew how to use weaponry," he said with interest as he pointed to her nunchuks. "The last time I saw someone use those...Well it didn't end very well for them," Izaya said with simple amusement. He patted the ground beside him, inviting Selphie to sit. No, he didn't mind her company at all.

It was pleasing at least to see her friend smile, and she was glad that maybe he wasn't as entirely sad looking as he looked. Or if he was, it was a good thing that maybe she could help.

Happily, she sat herself next to him, though it was far from graceful given how wobbly her legs were from all that training. Selphie unwound the nunchaku and placed them by her feet, "Well, I know how to use these guys, anyway!" The small pat that she gave the weapon was almost affectionate, but then she turned that gaze back to Izaya.

"Okay, mister. So what's up?"

Izaya had to chuckle at her wobble. He knew the look of fatigue any day. He'd seen it on Shizuo several times after their fights. Izaya prided himself in his stamina. It was necessary. "Do you use anything else?" he asked curiously, though not intrusively. It was no longer that much of a mystery that the majority of the people in Vatheon knew how to fight or use a weapon in some way or another.

"Ahah! Just eating dinner. About to go home," he explained, giving a wave to his sushi. "Would you like a piece?" he added, offering her a piece of the ootoro. "It's real fresh~," he added.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he realized suddenly, thinking back on the last time he had. It had to of been around Christmas, right? "Where have you been?"

"Anything else? My magic, mostly. I use magic more than my weapon. And more than my fists!" Though that didn't mean that Selphie couldn't deliver a good kick and a punch when she wanted to.

Selphie leaned over the food in his hands. She was pretty sure that she'd seen some of that stuff lying around the kitchen - she didn't think it looked very good, so she gave it to the cat. It was probably Kenshin's, but oh well. "Uhm...Is it nice?"

"Yeah! I uh...fell asleep again for a coupla weeks. Pretty much missed the start of the whole year!"

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everyone loves izaya and tags forever, but selphie has to too!

Well Izaya loves Selphie so tags forever are welcomed :|

hurraayyy <3

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