[ ACTION; private to Crona: ]
Izaya had been diligent enough at Lovetic to know that those flowers were not previously part of their selection. they had cropped up over night. roses- though not any roses he knew of, probably another factor of the strangeness of this city. but they were flowers. and it didn't occur to him that they might be dangerous or that a prick from their vine would cause... undesired results. retrieving clippers from his apron pocket, he leaned in took the vine in his hand carelessly- ]
Ow.
[ the thorns are surprisingly sharp, but he's not that concerned with it. he clips the flower, straightening and observing it closer. the color sure was odd. that was definitely the last chance he got to think about it though, because struck with a sudden wooziness, he didn't even make it back into the shop before he passed out gracelessly with a hard thunk to the forehead.
that was definitely going to bruise. ]