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Each bite didn't return much normalcy, but it did sate the gnawing hunger in his stomach. One less thing to distract the teen was better. Especially when Striker and Izaya were near. Striker was extremely kind. Adam could count on one hand the times someone had showed him genuine kindness. Normally people had a motive, but Adam couldn't figure out what Striker's would be. It was so confusing. Nothing was making a lick of sense. Still, the other was perceptive enough to move away, and Adam appreciated it.

When Izaya began to speak Japanese, Adam stopped eating and watched him with open interest. Knowing how to speak another language must be amazing, he decided. Nothing that Izaya said made sense, but it was still mesmerizing. Much more dazzling that me. No wonder he... No. Adam shook his head.

"Jeeze... You're both making me feel stupid. I can hardly speak English and here you are Trilingual and Bilingual..." Adam chuckled lightly. Putting in place the practice of letting it roll off was helping Adam to bring up a false cheerfulness that wasn't outwardly so fake. Even though darkness trickled just out of sight, he felt more confident. Adam smiled towards Striker, a smile that boarded nearly on normal, "Not Nigerian. Uh... Malawi? Chad? Not Egyptian... Er... Man my African geography sucks. You should tell us, though. What's the worry? It's a skill!"

Koibito. Adam's heart seized. Slowly he looked to Iza, and from the grunt to the offered piece of sushi. Koibito... It was for him. The message was intelligible, other than that term. Izaya could have used it simply because he knew Adam would recognize the term and pay attention to him... But if he wanted to get his attention, Izaya could have just used his name. Izaya's face was completely blank as he rested on his palm. It was too casual a gesture, too forced. Forced indifference. Are you... Saying sorry? Leaning in, he allowed the sushi to be fed to himself.

After he had finished the sushi, Adam leaned against Striker, now willing to take some sort of physical comfort that his mind wasn't a complete and utter mess, "I'll tell you later, Iz."

His roommate's fake cheerfulness was starting to annoy Grunt Nakura (as if he never acted that way himself), but part of him was somewhat satisfied that Adam's attempts to throw them off were improving. That, at least, must have meant he'd recomposed himself a little better. Perhaps Zuberi's unexpected show of comfort had had more of a positive affect than he'd realized.

When Adam looked at him, he knew from the guy's face that he'd understood. Perhaps more than Izaya had intended, but that couldn't really be helped. The teen was sharp as Scyther blades and had only seemed to get sharper in the time they'd known each other. At least the main message had gotten through and that was enough for the informant.

The blond's final comment, combined with his sudden decision to lean against against Striker, through the older grunt off, though. His eyes widened slightly before he forced a laugh. "What? Tell me what later?" He scratched his head with a practiced, crooked smile. "Addi-chii has a secret crush on Striker-san...?"

Perhaps that was a little low, especially after just having upset Adam so badly, but Izaya chalked his actions up to still being irked that his roommate and his new toy, Zuberi, got along so well for seemingly no reason at all. It was reminding him all too much of Jerome and Zacharie when Zacharie first showed up.

As he slouched back in his seat, however, arms crossed while still wearing that lop-sided smirk, all Nakura could think was, 'Don't tell me he actually understood what I said...?' Last he checked, Adam couldn't speak Japanese. Heck, he'd admitted it himself just now. Was the blond so perceptive and adept at reading between the lines that he had guessed the translation of the question asked of him in another language...? If that were true... How bothersome...he's more of a pain than I thought.

Sensing the cold stare that studied him transform into a dangerous glare, Izaya caught that amber gaze and grinned, cheekily giving him a little wave with the fingers of the hand he rested his chin on. Good, Mr. Striker had discovered his love of playing games. Maybe he'd be more prepared for any future...inconveniences that came with being associated with Grunt Nakura.

But then the man found himself being ignored by the African. His kind words and smile to Adam only served to tighten the crimson-eyed Rocket's own. Even more insulting was the fact that Striker had so casually dropped the name of the language to the blond whereas Izaya had been denied it even when he'd been the one to ask in the first place. Were they trying to piss him off? With the smirk Striker was wearing and Adam's own apparent love for teasing him, he wouldn't have put it past them.

"Ehh?! How come you wouldn't even tell me what it was called, and yet you offer to teach it to Addi-chii?!" he whined like a needy girlfriend. "Striker-saaaan, that's so meeean!! What's he got that I don't? Tell me, tell me, tell meee!" If he had any care for the scene he was causing, he gave no indication as Izaya proceeded to throw a very vocal tantrum. So much for keeping Striker from getting caught up in things.

Zuberi, at first, was more at ease. He didn't seem as stiff, though he was still on guard. His face went back to that of expressionless, and his eyes seemed to go distant. He glanced around the room, letting his eyes linger on people or Pokemon. Places or things. He drifted in and out of though, relaxing in conversation that was going on. He didn't know what was going on between the two. Lovers quarrel or something like that. He shifted slightly and relaxed a bit more. After a few moments, he shifted enough that it would make Adam be forced to stop leaning on him. It wasn't that Zuberi minded much; but he didn't like being leaned on for long amounts of times. Not unless he was, well, interested in them in more ways than one.

He sent Izaya a look. Basically a "knock it off. It isn't such a big deal" look. Glancing back toward Adam, he nodded his head curtly before leaning against the table once more. He shifted to peek at the egg, making sure it was okay, before tucking it back into his bag. The African lifted his eyes to look over toward Izaya once more, and then shook his head at Izaya. "Nothing. He does not have anything you do not have Izaya. So stop whining." He stated matter-of-factly. He leaned back in his chair after a moment and seemed to rather calmly rest against the back, watching the two. He could observe what they were talking about at the very least.

Adam shot Zuberi an appreciative smile. Normally advice like that was useless, but this time it seemed to work a little. It wasn't like Adam would go and jump cartwheels around, but at the same time he didn't feel like a puddle of mud. He moved to sit up after Zuberi shifted to get him off and focused again back on Izaya. Why was... he so upset? What had happened? Because Zuberi helped him feel better? But wasn't that why Izaya had drug him here? Or had it been for something else? God, who knew with the informant.

Adam sighed gently and stabbed more salad, eating it happily. After a few bites, he set the fork down.

"I'm sure he'd teach you too, you know." Adam pointed out and quirked an eyebrow, "Ah... Yeah I was wondering that too... Did I accidentally use your name?" Adam honestly couldn't recall, but a certain sense of dread said he might have.

"And you think it's alright to call me by my real name when I didn't give it to you?" Izaya asked the African, his voice low as he concentrated on his food. "That's not very respectful, Striker-san, looking into people's personal information like that and then using it without permission."

"What use are codenames, then? How would you like it if I'd done the same?" He fed himself a piece of sashimi, chewed, and swallowed before looking up with an unreadable expression. "I had thought better of you."

With a heavy sigh of his own, the grunt drank some of his green tea. "Very well. I hope you'll pardon my behavior, then. Once in a while I enjoy testing others' patience and it seems I got a little carried away, there." His gaze shifted to settle on Adam. "Not the whole thing. But enough."

Zuberi, at first went on edge. He stared Izaya down like a Pyroar waiting for it's kill. Before he relaxed some, his face going passive. So, being scolded was in the menu today? The African tried not to snort. From the rumors he'd heard, Izaya would have done the same thing had he had internet. And anything on file for Zuberi would have been his to use. And that being said, Zuberi sat up a little taller and narrowed his gaze at Izaya. He dropped his voice to a slight growl of a whisper. Je, si kuwa mnafiki, Izaya . Ungependa kufanya hivyo." He said almost harshly. He hadn't meant to switch into Swahili, but when he was annoyed or frustrated it happened.

Amber eyes shifted to lock on Adam for a moment. Apologizing. Or at least basically. He looked back at Izaya, his eyes locked and seeming like fire. After a moment, he stood, and grabbed his bag and egg with him. He eased the strap over his head to rest on his shoulder, standing up straight and rather proud. "If you will excuse me, I have to go get this egg examined. Good day, Addi-chi. And you as well, Nakura." He almost hissed the word, though held back. After turning he waved a hand over his shoulder and headed to the door, needing to get down to the labs.

Tension snapped in the air. Whatever Zuberi knew of Izaya, it was enough to make the other angry. That low, growling whisper of a threat set Adam on edge. Instinctively, his hand tightened around a fork, every muscle tensed as he waited for the first blow. Fight or flight. The punk almost always chose fight. His body only calmed when Zuberi looked at him.. And seemed to apologize. Slowly, the teen relaxed and allowed the fork to clatter back on the tray. It rang out like a bell, ending the momentary tension.

"Ah... You too, Striker. See you later." Adam watched him go, barely hearing what Izaya had to say. Though the word upendo filtered in, and from the sound of it, that wasn't a nice thing to call someone else. With just the two of them, Adam felt a little at a loss of what to say. He'd promised to talk to Izaya later, but this was too soon. Adam didn't have a proper way to express himself... Not yet.

"Asch... I see." It wasn't like he was upset with Izaya anymore. An apology was offered and accepted. Yet that sinking, muddy sensation of depression still clung desperately to every limb, "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for lunch. I need to get to chores so uhm... I'll see you later."