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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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Following Izaya's logic was far too complicated for a simple person like Sola but he tried, nodding along with what he said, though he wasn't quite sure about his master not being smart. You had to be some kind of smart to use magic, didn't you? Still, Izaya was kind and the last thing Sola wanted to do was contradict him.

When it came to Izaya's last statement, Sola smiled broadly. "I like you too, Izaya, and I'm really grateful for your help. You look really tired though, do you want to start tomorrow instead?" He cocked his head to the side slightly, wondering what Izaya did that made him look so haggard. Probably helping everyone else too, he decided. That's just what nice people do.

It's okay, Sola. You're really not the first person who trips over themselves to try and keep up with Izaya. That and it's easy to contradict all of his points. But that's just the thing- no one ever really bothered to contradict Izaya. Which was probably for the best. He had no problem talking someone into their own grave.

Literally.

That wasn't the case with Sola though. Did Izaya have bad intentions towards Sola? Maybe. He had seen a great opportunity but that didn't necessarily mean that he was interested in destroying Sola. The kid seemed sweet and for now, Izaya did just want to help the kid out. He could prove to be valuable later for one reason or another. It still made him feel a little good when Sola told him that he liked him. It was always nice to hear, right?

"Ah, that'd be nice. I was just on my way home but I...felt like sitting down here." Really, he felt like he couldn't walk too much further was the truth but he wasn't about to say that. "Tomorrow we can start at some point. And I'll give you lessons frequently. It'll be nice. And you'll learn a lot."

"Great!" And he really was looking forward to it. Maybe it would help that much more to feel like less of an outsider. It never even occurred to Sola that Izaya wouldn't have his best interests at heart. In his, admittedly very limited experience, evil and good were obvious and easy to tell apart. Everything was straight forward and clearly defined; black and white.

"Do you want to go home together? I'll wait for you to finish your dinner."

Sola's enthusiasm awakened Izaya a little. It seemed like Sola was an entirely different person now that he had his new name. Who thought that names were such a big deal? But maybe they were in the world where they came from. As for the good and evil, well. Izaya wasn't entirely evil. Just kind of like how Sola wasn't entirely evil. He'd get to that eventually with the boy.

"Eh? Oh yeah sure, that'd make sense, wouldn't it." He closed his lid, regardless of what Sola said, and pushed himself to his feet. "No it's okay. We can go now. I think it's better if I don't sit around here. You never know what might come along," he said, offering a hand to Sola.

Sola grabbed his hand and used it as a brace to hop to his feet. There was indeed a huge difference in the replica, a self-assurance that hadn't been there previously. It was more than the name, it was what it stood for: An identity all his own. With it came unlimited promise, unbridled potential, and the opportunity to grow and define himself however he wanted to. It was a vast and daunting feeling, but it was one Zelda had given him, deserving or not, and he wanted nothing more than to honor and be worthy of it.

Side by side with Izaya, Sola started in the direction of their penthouse.