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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[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.

He chewed on the end of a pencil and waited for Tatsumi to say something once he'd decided on just the right words to explain himself words. The darkness wasn't going to hurt either of them, it was just there.

Watari petted 003, removed the pencil from his mouth, and jotted down something to tell himself what Tatsumi had just said. "It would be easier to ask one of the medics for something, but if you want me to make something I can do that!" Deep sleep shouldn't be hard to induce, and if he kept it simple the chances of things blowing up in classic Watari fashion were lessened. Lessened, but not completely eliminated.

[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.

Glancing back up at Watari again, he crossed one leg neatly over the other, hands resting loosely against the top of his thigh-- the very portrait of composure again.

"I may also need to ask you to check in on Tsuzuki-san for me when I cannot," he added after a moment, vivid eyes lifting to meet the younger man's. "It seems as if Touda has decided that I am too dangerous to allow near his master." A pause, and he tilted his head slightly, hair sliding forward and into his eyes again. "That won't stop me, of course, but it's best to prepare for anything."

[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.

A wayward bit of hair fell into his face and stayed there even when he looked up from his plans. 003 pecked at his ribbon as a warning when it slipped further down his back. "I tried to take care of Tsuzuki-san before you came here, so I can check on him once in a while!" Touda wasn't likely to see him as a threat unless Tsuzuki ended up less than thrilled with the effects of one of Watari's experiments.