Gender-bent reunion time

[kansaikami]

DATE: Day 106
CHARACTER(S): Tatsumi and Watari
STATUS: Closed, ongoing
SUMMARY: A talk between friends
LOCATION: Watari's lab

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[ofhiddenthings]

It had seemed like a very, very long two days since his arrival on the ship, though in all honesty, he knew it couldn't have been as bad as he was making it out to be. He was just-- thrown off by the change to his routine, and it was never a good idea for Tatsumi to change his routine. At least, not anymore. When he'd been alive, it had been one thing, but.. after-- after everything had happened, and then his death.. well. It was just safer for everyone involved when the Kagetsukai had order in his life. It helped him keep control, helped him keep his powers from reacting to his mood.

So being taken from Meifu, thrown on a ship with a near-suicidal Tsuzuki and two of his overprotective Shikigami, being forced to hide what he was again, Tatsumi was understandably just a little frazzled. He wouldn't say that Watari ever made him less frazzled, but Watari at least was fairly predictable. He didn't change, and Tatsumi could always expect the same brand of insanity from the blond scientist, the same effortless cheer

[kansaikami]

He'd settled back into his routine easily enough, since all of his work was left exactly as it had been in his absence. No matter where he was or what was going on in the world around him, Watari would be in a good mood as long as he had a lab and things to research and build. Even when he'd been alive, the lab, not his apartment, felt like home

[ofhiddenthings]

Watari might not have had the common sense, but then again, that's why Tatsumi was around, wasn't it? He had enough for the whole department, it seemed, or at least enough practicality. He'd been taking care of people for so long that he didn't know how not to. --In life, it had been his mother and sister, and in death.. Tsuzuki, Hisoka, Watari and the rest. "You need something that fits better," he decided with a musing note, eyes narrowed thoughtfully behind his glasses. "I'll see what I can find

[kansaikami]

Stereotypes existed because they were true and Watari tended to be the embodiment of the airheaded engineer most of the time. There were moments where he proved that there was more to him than just that, but they only came about in periods of high stress for everyone, like when Tsuzuki had tried to kill himself in Kyoto. "Fits better? Oh...at least my shirts didn't get too tight!" Watari was too slender to have developed a large chest

[ofhiddenthings]

"I don't trust anyone else to know what I'll need," the older Shinigami admitted after a moment, still very subdued and a little uncertain. "I prefer to avoid medication altogether when I can." He could be suspicious when in the human world-- it apparently also extended to strange ships in the middle of space. "And anyway, medications don't always react with me the way they would with someone else. I imagine that's true for all Shinigami that aren't quite.." That weren't quite normal, perhaps. A delicate shrug, and he lifted tapered fingers to push longish, dark brown strands of hair from his eyes, sliding his glasses back onto his face

[kansaikami]

Watari didn't know what to think of Tatsumi saying he trusted him. On one hand, he knew it already because it was hard to work with someone off and on for the twenty years Watari had been dead without trust, but Tatsumi almost never said things like that, they were implied from his actions instead. He settled for smiling wider as he thought of possible things that might work and scribbled them down on the piece of paper. "Medication can't be helped sometimes, Tatsumi-san. I'm not a doctor but I'll do what I can to make a mix that works on you without any weird side effects." Or with a side effect that wasn't as terrible as some of his past creations