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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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[ Naoya watches him with some interest, though his expression doesn't betray his thoughts.

At least, not until the question, which obviously surprises him. ]

A little? Not very much.

[ Just enough to keep himself fed, really, and he was not a picky eater. ]

Do you?

Not really. I know how to cook. And bake some things. But I don't know how to make sweets or anything.

[He contemplates this, tapping at his chin.]

And I know you can buy those boxed recipes and things that you just use two eggs and some water with but apparently homemade stuff is better.

[Yup. They're having this conversation.]

[ Well, it could be stranger. ]

I've tried some of the mixes and they aren't bad. Stuff from a bakery is better, though.

[ He doesn't have much experience with home cooked meals. ]

[With these two, it's pretty normal to be strange so Izaya expects nothing less.]

Un yeah...

[Something's on his mind. But he eventually shrugs and leans over to slouch against Naoya somewhat.]

So where is your sword and machine gun?

[ Naoya shifts so that the position is a little more comfortable. ]

Doesn't seem like I really need them, especially down here.

[ A pause. ]

Where's your knife and gun?

[Touche, Naoya. But Izaya pats his left pocket.]

I always have my knife on me. Especially since Shizu-chan's come back to Vatheon. I can't be too careful with him around.

[In speaking of which, he glances around as if expecting the blond any moment.]

It's his birthday soon, did you know? Just a few days- ahh

[Right. The gun.]

I'm not sure what you're talking about. I don't own a gun.

Shizou?

[ That name is familiar. Oh, right. ]

You two don't like each other? Was that his gun you had aimed at me, then?

That's one way of saying it...

[More like hate but Izaya really doesn't feel like getting off on a tangent.]

No. Why would you think that?

[However...]

It was a gun that was used to shoot him though. This gang member wanted to kill him. But the idiot didn't even aim for his head or his heart. Two spots that'd kill Shizu-chan. Just shot him in the leg and the...stomach I believe. Hm...Anyway. I had the gangster bring me the gun afterward.

[And that's that.]

I arrived in Vatheon with it.

...and he arrived in Vatheon with bulletwounds.

[ Naoya frowned at the memory. Not that he had never caused bulletwounds himself, but he has to wonder what Shizou did (or didn't) do to deserve it. How far did this little hatred run, and what was the cause of it? ]