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Who: Izaya and whoever wants to interact
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
Status: Open

[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.

There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.

He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.

When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.

But look.

Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!

Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]

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[Yeah, well, they both have really good taste.

Izaya actually doesn't mind too much. He's not big on hand shaking himself but it's something he's picked up. Since most people in Vatheon seemed to understand the gesture.]

Nice to meet you then.

[Don't walk away. No one can just walk away from Izaya. It's like. Against the rules. In the Handbook. Did you even read it.]

Eh? [He peers down at himself. And. That's such a polite gesture, how could he possibly say no?]

That would actually be really nice. Nn! Thanks.

[Welp. Sorry. He swings the telescope around off his shoulder and holds it out to the other man. Since he offered. Basically.]

[Nobody gave him a handbook, Izaya. Guess he's lucky he didn't try to leave.]

You too.

[He takes the telescope as he says that, hosting it over one shoulder in a way that's similar to how he holds his Gunblade.]

It's not a problem.

[Lead the way.]

[Pffffft that's not his problem now.]

So. [Yup. Conversational time, dude. He leads the way and somewhat hops along next to Squall.

He is just so happy to have some new company.]

You look like a pretty tough guy. What with the whole cool, indifferent expression and everything you've got perfected. What type of world did you come from?

[WHAT. He didn't sign up for conversation! But Izaya looks like the type of person who was going to pester him until he spoke back, so Squall was just going to save himself some pain.]

One that's for the most part, pretty normal. There's towns and cities.

[He doesn't know exactly how he should describe it.]

[BRO. You totally decided to walk with Orihara Izaya. It's pretty much a given. And Izaya prefers the word pry over pester. Pester just sounds so annoying...]

.....Wow, really?

[You have a magical vocabulary, Squall.]

That's amazing. Tell me more. Were there people in those towns and cities too?

[Mocking you? Definitely not.]

[DECISION: REGRETTED]

Yes. They do normal people things.

[He can make dry remarks right back at you. Okay okay fine, here's something that's not stupid.]

I don't suppose you have mercenary schools where you come from?

[SHOCK. There is so much SHOCK on his face.]

You mean. Like. Eat food?

[You are blowing his mind.]

Ooooh. Already sounds like you come from a pretty neat world. Nope. Can't say that we have mercenary schools.

[They have gangs but what city doesn't have that? So unoriginal.]

So are you a mercenary? Ah! Scary.

[He chooses to end the sarcastic side of the conversation.]

You don't sound very scared.

[But now he supposes he's got to explain some more.]

It's like any other school, just the subject matter is different.

[Also final exams are real combat zones.]

When you graduate, you're employed by the school and get contracted out to clients.

[Aw, but, they were building a relationship-. Well okay.]

I suppose I've met scarier monsters?

[Izaya's oh so happy to listen. See. He likes learning about people. You'll never guess why.]

Oh, well, that seems like a more effective way to employ the general community.

[No, it doesn't bother him. Rather, he's pretty interested.]

So were you a pretty good mercenary? Or oh- were you the rebel who was against the system and didn't want to kill people~?

[Oh yes, the elevator. They go up and up until they reach the island and Izaya ambles out. Well, he can still talk to this guy right? Besides, he's not done having him carry his things.]

[WE CAN'T REACH WHATEVER SPOT YOU'VE PICKED OUT FAST ENOUGH.]

Good enough.

[Apparently good enough to have control of the whole damn institution dumped on him. But he's not going to tell Izaya that.]

I'd be pretty bad at my job if I wasn't willing to kill people.

[NOPE. Because they are trudging through sand and Izaya is dragging his feet like a five year old.]

Oh well. That's impressive. I knew a few assassins back in my world but the one that I knew was actually just kind of useless and a little on the slow side.

[Granted, he could have probably been an awesome assassin but he had bigger plans.]

Oh so you have some blood on your hands? How interesting! I do too though so it's okay. I think a lot of people in Vatheon do.

[Oh, look, luckily for you he seems to be happy with this spot on the beach. Just gonna spread his blanket out. ISN'T THIS ROMANTIC]

[WOAH THERE, just because you have impeccable fashion sense it doesn't mean he's going to sit down on the blanket for you.]

Everyone who's graduated does. Final exam kind of requires it.

[He's well aware of how terrible that can sound. But nobody said that being a mercenary was a glamours job. He taps at the telescope with a free hand.]

Where do you want this?

[Hey man, it was an invite. BESIDES. YOU'RE NOT BLOND. Sweet fur jacket or not.]

That would make sense.

[He drops the basket down just to look over at his stylish companion.]

Oh! Here.

[Give it to him. The telescope I mean. Yeah. Okay. Izaya takes it from him and pulls it open and shoves it down into the sand.]

[Are we done here? We're done here right?]

Have fun.

[GOING. TO LEAVE NOW. IT WAS...WEIRD MEETING YOU.]

[No, don't go ;-;

Look at how cute he is digjffg. He's grabbing your sleeve because no way duuuuuude come onnnnnn.]

But! Don't you want to stay? Everyone likes to look at stars.

[Everyone.]

[WHAT IS THAT FACE YOU'RE MAKING AT HIM!? It's kind of scary how quickly you can do that.

There's a looooooong pause and then...]

...just for a little bit then.

[It's a face he has perfected of course. And it obviously works because look who's decided to stay.

Orihara Izaya is totally irresistible.]

Awesome! [Oh you will have no regrets. He pulls you over to this blanket because it's sit-down time.

He sits down himself and lets go of Squall the moment he does so that he can instead dig through his basket of wondrous things. Oooooh the mystery.]

[Sitting down on the blanket, he just watches Izaya rifle through the basket. What could he be searching for?

In the meantime, Squall will just berate himself for how easily he lets people push him around sometimes.]

[Yeah. Real tough guy we got on our hands here. Watch out for the regal badass- oh no!

Izaya pulls out plenty of things. A lot of books, some wrapped up sandwiches, and a canister of some sort of drink

Of which he holds out to Squall.]

It's tea. It's really good. Try it.

[It's not poisoned. For once.]

[Taking the tea, he looks at the container for a moment before opening it and taking a drink.

He's more of a coffee guy, but he can appreciate a good tea when he tastes one.]

What kind is this?

It's the really horrible tasting kind. Just drink it.

[It's mostly sweet but it has a somewhat bitter after taste. But it does make one's throat feel pretty good.

Izaya can't be screwed twice to remember the name of the tea but it was a local brand. Not too horrible. Especially when sick or cold.]

What sort of tastes do you like anyway?

I don't really have preferences.

[He's going to take another gulp of this tea.]

I'll eat most things.

Everyone has preferences. That's a stupid thing to say. You're telling me that you've never had something that was particularly more delicious than something else?

[Sorry dude, you agreed on sitting down with him so this is what you get.]

I am.

[It's kind of true. He seriously can't think of anything that he likes more than anything else. Favorite foods were not really something he put much thought into. The cafeteria being loud and noisy didn't help him enjoy things very much.

If he's going to have to sit here and endure Izaya's company, he's going to be a completely stubborn asshole about it. Who's going to win this conversation?

...Izaya, probably.]

You're kind of a weird guy.

[That's a big thing coming from someone like Izaya, dude, in case you haven't picked up on that. But no matter. He has things to do. He stands up and leaves the guy's side.

Aw, come on, he's not so bad if you've decided to stick around, huh? There must be some redeeming quality.

Anyway. He's just going to start actually using that telescope of his- peering around.]

Do you know anything about stars worth knowing?

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