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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's head is tilted nearly all the way to the side as he watches the stranger. There's not so much curiosity in his expression as there is sheer amusement.

Oh, he really did love Vatheon and its gifts sometimes.]

I'd suppose some people would argue that it gives them a sense of mental relaxation and a clarity of thought. If it cured exhaustion, people would probably lay around outside all of the time instead of sleep.

[Obviously.]

Well maybe if you used some basic observational skills, you wouldn't have to ask and instead you'd see that I'm eating dinner. Nn? [He raises a piece of sushi before plopping it into his mouth. After swallowing, he licks at his fingers before offering that very same hand to the stranger with an easy smile on his face.]

I'm Nakura. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Do you have something on your mind then? [ said in a inquisitory fashion.

and wonderful! he wasn't dealing with an idiot. it's rare to find a man who can twist words in a sharp manner— those type of men were, undoubtfully, crafted in a conniving sense; a man made monstrosity! ]

Very true! Though I'm not particularly fond of whatever can be discerned by basic observational skills— I'm more interested in how your day was "long", you see.

[ . . . wow ew??? to the average man, this would be a rather abhorrent exchange, but break himself actually spends a lot of time licking his own fingers whoops— so he'll shake the man's hand without hesitation because he doesn't see a problem with this. ] Quite!

I always have something on my mind. Whether or not it's important isn't really interesting though.

[Izaya's eyes were now focused entirely and wholly on this individual. He remembered every slight detail of him.

Since he didn't seem interested in giving Izaya his name. Which was hardly a feat for the informant.]

And you believe that I'll tell that to someone who won't even let me know what their name is?

[Grinnnnn.

Izaya looks at their hands and he can't help but scoff a little.]

That's pretty gross, don't you think?

[He holds fast to the stranger's hand and turns their hands over so that he could slide his finger down the center of his palm.]

I just licked my fingers and you still touched my hand. You didn't even make a face. Hn. That's pretty weird.

[Izaya would never really offer his hand in such a way. His mother raised him right and he prided himself on being hygienic. But it was still a pretty interesting thing to observe.]

Correct! Whether or not it's interesting is what's interesting. And I'd only imagine you wouldn't if it were either important or something you wished to hide— trust is only needed when you're harboring something to be wary over.

[ he waves his hand nonchalantly as if to dismiss something. ]

Of course it is! Although there's a contradiction at stake, you realize? If I had refused your hand it wouldn't been rather rude on my part, and we just can't have that. Therefore, I must say that your offering such a hand was indeed "gross"!