so come on, give me worst and then again

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so you know how I said I wouldn't do a request post today?

Apparently I lied.

REQUEST POST

You know the drill. Anything you like, any format you like, I promise nothing, except for you, johnnash, because I am working on your Charles/Erik. :D There is no limit on how many prompts you leave (the more the merrier!) and please don't feel like you don't know

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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT DAREDEVIL. OTHER DISCLAIMER: I'M A PERV

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I had to do thiiiiiis.

Watanuki knocked on the door and then stepped back. He shifted from foot to foot, tugging at the uncomfortably short brown uniform he was wearing. "Come on," he moaned under his breath. "Can we get this over with?"

He'd already decided this job was like a band-aid -- He was going to have to do it fast. And possibly without looking the other person in the eye. As soon as the door began to open, he focused on a point of the doorjamb high above the emerging head, and, blushing, blurted out, "I have a package here. Special delivery." He was not holding a package, but his shirt was missing two buttons and his shorts... Well, it had been hard getting away from Doumeki long enough to do this stupid, stupid job.

The man in the doorway waited politely for a few seconds, then said, "Do I have to sign or something?"

Watanuki tried to figure out how this could be reinterpreted into innuendo, then stopped and waved his arms around in front of the man's face.

"Could you stop that? I mean, I can't see it, but I can tell."

"Sorry!" Watanuki said. "It's a habit."

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting any mail today, you know."

Watanuki squirmed on the spot. "Do... you... um... Yuuko?"

He nodded. "You're her messenger?"

"I guess so."

"Tell her thank you from me. And... nice outfit."

"What the hell?"

He shrugged. "I know her. I can guess."