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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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[ And he frowns slightly as he gets up, Man, was he this difficult? If he was, he could easily see why the others had a pretty tough time dealing with him to begin with. But did it really matter? Laharl was never the kind to try and unravel any mysteries. After all, everyone had their secrets. Izaya did too but maybe that's why they got along.

A hand is placed on Izaya's head, though. Reminiscent of that time in the bathroom except this one's staying there. There's the shortest moment it runs through his hair before the prince gives a ruffle and draws it away. ]

Stop trying to act so tough all the time. You suck at it. Something's eating ya and you're letting it.

[ And he leans himself against the tree, arms folding across his chest again as he crossed his ankles. ]

You're better than that, Izaya.

[ But back to normal as he glances back at the human. ]

So whadja find out?

[Yes. Yes he was. But he has his reason okay like all of those other stoic, cold people. But no, he was more personal and private than bitter or anything. It didn't have to do with trust issues. Not really....Especially in a city like Vatheon where it didn't matter.

He stares up at Laharl, his scalp tingling at the sensation of someone sliding their hand through his hair and he sort of leans into it a bit because hey- ever had anyone play with your hair before? It feels nice.

He grins slightly, looking down and away from Laharl.]

Says you. You're not any better, you know that, Laharl? You act just as tough sometimes.

[It's a weak defense but he's right isn't he?

But this is Laharl. And maybe, just maybe, this demon prince warranted some of Izaya's respect. He was something straight in his life. Izaya stood up slowly and grabbed Laharl by the back of his head and pulls him forward against his body.

He leans down in order to hug the demon against him and it's pretty tight because Laharl. Seriously.]

If you leave Vatheon again, I'll cut your head off the next time you come back.

[It's a promise and he squeezes Laharl before he lets go of him, placing his hand into the center of Laharl's forehead.]

Absolutely nothing. [His tone is a little frustrated. He can never not figure something out. You bet this pisses him off.] But the locals are tense and something's about to happen.

[He bends over and stares at Laharl intently.]

Don't let your guard down. If something happens to you...well.

[He smiles and straightens back up, looking up at the bubble overhead.]

Vatheon will hear from me.

[ Sure, he acted tough but heaven knew the intention behind it. Hell, he was a demon, right? All demons were tough, prickly sons of bitches. Why would he be any different?

That hug, however, catches him in mid sentence as it always does. Now this. This was the Izaya he knew who pestered him continuously every morning.

Of course, this doesn't stop the expected flailing and wanting to get away. ]

Who's acting?! I'm pretty to-- [ A bit of a choke, bit of a wheeze ] H-- HEY! IZAYA?! WHAT THE HELL?!

[ But he calms down eventually, maybe even sinking slightly in resigned defeat and a sigh before he's released. ]

You too. If you leave and never come back, I'm gonna hunt you down and kill you. So you better get ready.

[ A sigh as he steps just the tiniest bit closer. This... this felt pretty okay. Maybe Flonne was right about the whole.. friends... bit. This was still something he wouldn't so openly admit though. ]

Don't get so beat up about it. If something's gonna happen, something's gonna happen.

[ Though this sentence is ended with a light punch to Izaya's stomach. ]

Who's the one who comes home all scratched up? You'd better be the one watching your back if someone starts something here!

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;w; He can totally be his temporary Shinra!

Um stop Laharl. You are so cute :| IZAYAS GON FALL IN LOVE OR SOMTHAN

KSADFSGFSDAS WELL THAT'D BE A TRAGEDY! /shot