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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 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.