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"'Am I sure'?" Izaya repeated with an incredulous sneer. "Well, it's not every day you see a man in a bartender suit come and have his pokemon attack you out of nowhere, is it? He kind of stood out."

He paused before taking his next mouthful, looking startled at Luke's next words. "He's...friends with them?" the man said. "Perhaps he's just waiting to earn your trust as part of some elaborate scheme. After all - oh, right, Team Rocket; that was the name - those guys seemed pretty skilled at infiltration. Other than the whole 'bartender suit' thing. I have no idea what's up with that. Maybe this guy's just an amateur."

"If he was found stealing from you and your friends, he would have been out-numbered. On the other hand, a lone trainer like me would have been easy pickings with no one else around," Orihara pointed out. "He may just be biding his time and getting information from your group until he can bring in his own group as back-up."

He shrugged. "You're right. There wasn't really much proof I could give, either. Isn't it ridiculous how simple it is to get away with crimes these days? Someone should do something." Sipping at the broth of his soup, he glanced over to check how Yuri was doing with his own meal.

Izaya almost choked as he set his bowl down. He watched with furrowed brows as Yuri spun the chopsticks between his fingers. Now the feminine-faced man was just mocking him. "Well if you already knew how to use them, you didn't have to waste my time and energy showing you how," he said, his voice full of contempt as he finished the rest of his broth. "And you never answered me about if Repede needs a bowl of his own. We can get one to go if you want."

Yuri blinked in slight surprise at the accusation, while looking at Izaya.

"Huh? I really didn't know," he said innocently.

With that, he lifted his bowl again and used the chopsticks to shovel some more noodles into his mouth.

"I'm just a quick learner," Yuri mumbled around his mouthful of food.

Izaya's question about Repede wanting his own bowl was met with a bark from the Growlithe.

"Repede isn't interested," Yuri then replied just before drinking the broth of his soup and setting the bowl down again, finished.

There was another bark and the man tilted his gaze down towards his canine companion? "Hm?" Seeing the expectant look on the dog's face, Yuri then reached over for an unused set of chopsticks, broke them apart, and handed them to the Growlithe. Repede dropped the plastic spoon he'd been holding and took the chopsticks.

Luke nodded, passingly surprised over how hard it was to be too enthusiastic about the ongoing battle against Team Rocket as of late. Lacking confidence didn't mean he had the right to stop doing what he could, though. "I've known people that had pokemon stolen," he said, staring into the murky broth of the soup, "so I can't just ignore it." He didn't exactly know what he could do, but if there was some kind of possibility his friends were at risk, he couldn't just wait and see what happened.

"Ah-- Yeah." He hadn't had a significant appetite on arriving and had been working slowly at the meal; the portion that remained was less than impolite, so he deemed it fit to stop. "I'll let you know if I find anything out, I guess." He just felt kind of... weird about everything. He didn't know if it was suspicion toward Izaya or a lack of suspicion toward Shizuo or his absence of the usual indignation and fervor at the thought of Team Rocket stealing pokemon or even a lingering discomfort over his reaction to Yuri's earlier threat or what. It was just weird. Everything was weird.

Nodding in a sympathetic manner, Izaya gave no indication of just how much he knew, including which friends Luke was referring to and what pokemon had been stolen from them. He'd already been forced to give back his own stolen pokemon, but it seemed, at least, that Izumi still hadn't suspected him. Probably thanks to Jerome.

"Thanks. Here's my number if you need to reach me for whatever reason." He held up his smartphone for Luke to see. "You can pass it on to any of your friends, too, if it helps."

Looking over at Yuri, the Rocket frowned in confusion. If he wasn't pretending to understand Repede, why had he bothered speaking for the pokemon? And 'that's just Repede' - what kind of answer was that? People these days...

"That sounds more like an omen than a fortune," Izaya agreed, chuckling at Yuri's reaction to the fortune. "Better take care."

It was kind of a downer, but it didn't seem to affect Yuri any.

"Yeah well, good thing I don't rely on fate."

He just shrugged the whole thing off with a smirk.

"Thanks for lunch, but I think Repede and I are gonna run."

With that, he and the Growlithe started heading for the door. Although he did pause to glance back over his shoulder. "You comin' Luke?"

Luke was somewhat surprised by the address, called on as if it were nothing less than expected for him to accompany. He didn't really have any desire to linger, though, so he departed from the counter, "Yeah." He turned slightly as Izaya spoke and returned the words with a brief nod, a slightly raised hand, and an earnest "later" before following after Yuri. He assumed there'd probably be a 'later,' anyway, given that he'd said he would look into a matter that concerned the man. It was an odd set of circumstances, after all...