[CLOSED] send me a sign, turn back the clock

[picklesplz]

Characters: Kirin and Nataku
Location: Thirteen floor of the CC.
Rating: PG-13
Time: December 7th, late at night, possibly December 8th, really early morning.
Description: Short-lived neighbors get to meet each other. In which Kirin is drunk because life is unfair, and Nataku... well, is Nataku.

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[soulparadox]

[Nataku is packing away the last of his things -- so few things -- so that he can move into the apartment with Watson and Holmes. His head lifts a little as he hears someone at his door. The gesture ends with a tilt as he believes it must be someone who needs his assistance as a Zone Leader.

Walking to the door, he opens it to stare at the white-hared man in front of him. He blinks as he states in his usual calm and monotone manner.] What do you need? I am willing to offer all assistance to your plight.

[picklesplz]

[Kirin blinks as the figure appears on the other side of the door. He blinks again, headtilting and absently scratching his butt.]

...you're not me.

[soulparadox]

[He blinks. He tilts his head in the opposite direction of Kirin's.]

I am not you, no. I do not believe I could be you, because you are a man and not her father.

[picklesplz]

[Kirin charismatically scratched his butt, trying to process all that.]

Yeah, that's not me. Which means you ain't me. So I ain't you, either.

[soulparadox]

[His nose wiggles once.]

You smell. [But he is not certain if he smells bad or not. Hm.]

[picklesplz]

[Completely missing the point.]

Occasionally I taste, too.

[soulparadox]

Taste like what?

[picklesplz]

[Sniffs.]

Pickles, probably.

[Pause.]

You don't happen to have pickles at hand, do you?

[soulparadox]

Not in my hand, no.

[He shakes his head once. Then he pauses and disappears from the door for all of a few seconds so that he can dig around the kitchen. Nataku returns with a jar of pickles from the fridge and holds it out to the other.]

I am moving so you may have these, if this is why you were knocking on my door.

[picklesplz]

Huh, brand.

[He nevertheless disappears the jar into the depths of his clothes... somewhere.]

Definitely not me, then.

[Give him a sec.]

If you're moving in does that mean I've got a roommate then?

[soulparadox]

That will fall out if you are not careful.

[Blink.]

No. I am moving from this room to somewhere else.

But are you stating that you will be lonely if I were to move?

[picklesplz]

It's okay, it's safe.

[He pats his side affectionately, above his gourd. Hey, pickles are pickles, man. He shrugs.]

I ain't lonely. Can't be a hermit if you're lonely, y'know? Even when family is being stupid.

[He scratches his hair instead, somewhat revealing a glimpse of a half-lidded, dazed forehead eye.]

[soulparadox]

Understood.

[He stares at where the man pats, nodding slightly afterward.]

Your family is being stupid?

[Nataku does not believe he is surprised, but his eyes do widen. He reaches out to move the hair out of the way to see if what he saw is what he thought he saw.]

[picklesplz]

[Blue and red eye fix on Nataku's hand, crossing in a vaguely disturbing way. Kirin tries to grab the hand and ends up grasping air.]

You've got brothers? If you were me you'd have one. Brattiest idiot ever.

[soulparadox]

I have one brother. I do not believe he is a brat or an idiot.

[He has an eye on his forehead. Nataku tilts his head one way then the other. His other hand comes up to poke the center eye.]

You have an eye on your forehead.

[picklesplz]

Yeah, that's a dead ringer for you not being me.

[Unable to deflect the incoming threat due to BREW induced powerlessness, the Eye retreats and closes up before Nataku can touch it, appearing as nothing more than a strange marking on Kirin's forehead. Kirin blinks a blue eye and blinks up at Nataku's finger.]

I didn't know you could do that.