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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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Izaya wasn't entirely used to having a lack of ally ways to duck into and hunch around in while he ate a dinner. Tokyo was a lot bigger than Vatheon and it had a lot more nooks and crannies that he was familiar with. He knew a lot about Vatheon but he tried not to explore as much as he would regularly. It was actually potentially dangerous. This was really his train of thought when a voice interrupted him. He was just biting into a fresh piece of sushi when his eyes rolled up and- oh. That cute rodent thing...

"Ratchet, right?" he asked after swallowing his mouthful. "Hey, are your eyes sensitive in the dark? Can you see well?" he asked, pointing to his own eyes and then up to Ratchet's. He was a bit taken aback by the fact that the guy had bothered to approach him at all and ask him. Then again, he did seem like he had some sort of good morale. And he didn't know Izaya. Which explained just enough.

Instead of going into detail about his long week of obsessive research, he simply shrugged and gave Ratchet a slight smile. "I'm just fine. I overworked myself is all just a bit. What're you doing out? It's dinner time, you know."

Ratchet couldn't just pass by without asking if he was alright. Most people didn't go to a park at this time of day, sat by a tree, and enjoyed food when they had a face that tired looking. It just wasn't how most normal people worked. At least back home for the Lombax anyway. But different strokes for different folks. Still, he had a conscience and even if he though Izaya was a bit weird, he didn't think he was bad.

"Yeah, that's me. And they are. I see great in dim light." He moved over and sat down next to Izaya. He let out a low sigh and leaned against the tree. Wasn't that the question? What was he doing here? Out here at this time of night? "I see. You shouldn't overwork yourself, you know. You might get sick." He didn't want to answer the questions. They were personal and as Izaya had brought up before, why would he trust a stranger with information like that? But leaving it hanging like that felt suspicious.

"Insomnia. I don't sleep much." Innocent enough answer, if he did say so himself.

Well, the Lombax certainly was courteous in who he decided to dispense kindness upon. Luckily for Ratchet though, it seemed like Izaya wasn't too interested lately in meddling around in people's lives. Granted that would most likely change sooner than later but for now, he wasn't all bad. Hell, he was even wondering himself what the little thing was doing walking around by himself and Ratchet looked tired himself.

"I figured," Izaya said and looked a bit surprised when Ratchet all but invited himself next to him. He looked at the furry creature and one of his fingers twitched in an urge to pet. He had always been pretty partial to animals. "Huh?" He had been too busy thinking about that to listen to Ratchet. That and he wasn't used to this. Concern and everything. "I won't get sick," he assured the Lombax. "I'm pretty healthy."

He finally gave in and reached a hand out to put it just ontop of Ratchet's head. Rubbing his fingers between his ears, he grinned at Ratchet a bit harmlessly.

"Insomnia?" he echoed and then it made sense as to why Ratchet looked the way he did. "I think I can relate. I think people would say I have insomnia myself but I'm usually too busy to notice or care. I really don't have any cures for you. There's plenty of theories and anyway- it could be different considering your species...Hn, would you like some of my sushi or tea?" He dropped his hand finally, happy to have pet the guy before he offered his sushi. Almost as if in apology.

Ratchet nodded to Izaya and just closed his eyes as he listened to him. He was a little thin but for all he knew humans were meant to be so he wouldn't question of Izaya was actually healthy or not. It was still weird being surround surrounded by beings he really had no real interactions with back home. He had no idea what to expect from them or the trolls. Though those thoughts were forgotten when that hand was put on his head.

His eyes opened and he blinked. At first he wasn't sure what to think but then he kind of didn't know how to think. He leaned against the tree more and pushed off the ground and into those fingers. He wanted to duck out from under them, to get away, but it felt good. No one had really pet him before, especially with it being between his ears. Well you learn something new everyday...

He shook his head when the hand pulled away and blinked. He looked to Izaya and then down to the sushi. "Um, yeah. Thanks." He took a piece and dropped it into his mouth. He chewed it for a bit, letting the flavor wash over his taste buds. Once he swallowed it he smiled and held out his hand for the tea. "That was good. I don't normally eat fish. What kind was it?"

Izaya had always been a bit on the too-lean side but he never thought much of it. He ate lightly and did a lot of exercise through means of parkour. It probably was incorrectly balanced way of living but hey. He was actually a little concerned with the Lombax. He looked a bit tired. If not a little upset himself. Then again, everyone looked upset when they were tired. It was inevitable. And as much as he wanted to keep petting the guy, he figured it might be insulting so he stopped for now.

"Ahh-!" He smiled widely when Ratchet accepted the sushi. Izaya liked to share good food with other people. Food was something that should be enjoyed all around and by everyone. So it was always nice to see when someone liked something you liked. "Nn! I'm happy you liked it! It's fatty tuna," he explained and pulled open the cap of the tea before he handed it to the animal. No, he wasn't quite an animal was he? Not when he talked and functioned just like a human.

"Hey if you want, I can keep you company," he said, tapping the side of Ratchet's head. "I know what it's like to be exhausted and can't sleep. I can walk with you for a bit or something. I don't mind," he said. Hey, he might have been exhausted but Izaya excelled in maintaining consistent energy. Especially when he had to.

Izaya may have been lean but Ratchet wasn't much better. Though he had to say the fur did hide the more lean muscle he had gathered over the years. Fixing ships, saving planets, galaxies, and even the universe was a great way to stay in shape. Even if he didn't always eat the best foods. Clank had been a great influence in changing his diet back home though. He really did miss that robot. It was hard to be in a new place without his best friend, but he was managing.

"Fatty tuna, huh? Good stuff." Ratchet grabbed the bottle and took a drink of the tea. It wasn't bad but it make him cough a bit. He had not expected it to taste like that. It wasn't bad just...different. Definitely like anything back home. He remembered having those fun congratulation parties and feasts whenever he and the others saved the galaxy. Everyone back in Solana loved getting together to eat. Especially Qwark and Big Al, though that wasn't much of a surprise. He liked sharing food and would have to make sure to repay the favor for Izaya sometimes.

"I wouldn't mind company. Might as well, since we're pretty much the only ones out here at night." The Lombax shrugged and handed back the tea. Overall, spending time with Izaya would let the hero get to know him better. And then maybe he could figure him out or at least learn something new. He was a hard book to read, Izaya was. And the Lombax was curious. And thanks to good old Lombax curiosity; once he was interested in something, he wasn't going to just let it go.