[OPEN... kinda. READ THE NOTES] Even the sun and the light of the day...

[requiem_no_ame]

Characters: Lightning Farron, Superbi Squalo, anyone in the Watch HQ's who wants to point-and-laugh/etc.
Location: Watch HQ's
Rating: PG-13, R-ish for Squalo's mouth.
Time: December 28th, 2009
Description: Squalo caught a cold and still went to work in the morning, because there's still fuckton of paperwork to do. Lightning disagrees and... deals

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[soulparadox]

Nataku decided to visit the Watch HQ to see if anyone was "in." There did not seem to be anyone, but Squalo. He stared for the longest time at the man. The clone was still trying to understand all the feelings that he had, that he was starting to understand, but he had come to the realization that he did not like this person. Roy would be upset if he were to simply reach over with his partial Weapon arm to strangle the life out of the other Watch member. Watson would also be disappointed if he were to do such a thing to him, for one reason or another. The voices of the people that would be troubled by the death of Squalo rang in his head, and so, he would do something else to show his displeasure to the sleeping man.

Walking over to where Squalo was, he stared down at him before reaching over to find a black marker among the writing utensils on the desk. He stared at the pen for a time, rolled it around his hands. Nataku realized now that he was being "childish," and wondered what it meant that he should be this way. The meaning of it was something that he could not fully understand. And yet, that did not stop him from writing the word 'UNFIT' on the forehead of the other. He stared for a time before adding an exclamation point.

"I do not understand this behavior." A beat. "Does it come from dealing with others." Capping the marker, he set it down before turning to leave. Nataku had a lot to think about.

[requiem_no_ame]

"..." Squalo eloquently said, deep in the land of drugged sleep.