After taking a long time convincing himself, Hisoka finally made his way out of the toilet to attend Watari's birthday party. Looking around the place, entering the bar with sunglasses and trenchcoat, Hisoka looked around mysteriously.
"Watari-san," Hisoka whispered, peeping into the door: "Is Rock-sama or Tsuzuki here already?"
Watari whirled around. "BON!!! I'm so glad you made it!! They're not here yet." He smiled skipping over to the other. "What's with the getup? You're starting to dress like Tsuzuki."
"It makes you look mysterious." Watari said with a wink then threw an arm over his shoulder dragging him further into the bar.
"One year, I'm becoming an old fart, bon!" He whined. "I think I can feel myself going senile. I certainly hope I don't turn out like Tatsumi-san when I do. THat wouldn't be much fun."
"Hm, really?" Hisoka bleamed, his earlier disappointment over the absence of Tsuzuki and Rock Lee immediately dispersing. He allowed himself to be dragged further into the bar as he pulled off his sunglasses to slip into his pocket.
"No, you won't, Watari-san." Hisoka waved a hand: "Honestly, we shinigami don't age physically." Hisoka's tone dropped: "So, how's the potion getting on?"
Watari set Hisoka down at the bar. "Have a drink. I'm working on it. I've got some ideas. I might need to borrow you for a few tests though."
The blond's smile grew even brighter. "As for physical aging I still think my mind's going. Just ask anyone I'm sure they'll agree." He laughed patting Hisoka's shoulder.
Hisoka blinked and looked down at his drink. Looked pretty harmless. Hisoka pondered, wondering why he was wary of anything offered by his friend. "Test? What kind of test is that?" Hisoka asked suspiciously.
Hisoka played with his glass and finally took a slip. The world turned around him and he collapsed immediately, his head on the table. Hisoka had forgotten he could not take alcohol at all.
Watari pet Hisoka a bit as the younger shinigami passed out. "Don't worry, Bon. Things'll work out." He smiled then pulled off his lab coat dropping it over the other's shoulders despite the trench coat.
He stood up telling himself to keep an eye on the younger throughout the time he was there.
"Watari-san," Hisoka whispered, peeping into the door: "Is Rock-sama or Tsuzuki here already?"
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Hisoka bleamed as he looked up again: "Happy Birthday, Watari-san! You're one more year older!"
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"One year, I'm becoming an old fart, bon!" He whined. "I think I can feel myself going senile. I certainly hope I don't turn out like Tatsumi-san when I do. THat wouldn't be much fun."
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"No, you won't, Watari-san." Hisoka waved a hand: "Honestly, we shinigami don't age physically." Hisoka's tone dropped: "So, how's the potion getting on?"
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The blond's smile grew even brighter. "As for physical aging I still think my mind's going. Just ask anyone I'm sure they'll agree." He laughed patting Hisoka's shoulder.
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Hisoka played with his glass and finally took a slip. The world turned around him and he collapsed immediately, his head on the table. Hisoka had forgotten he could not take alcohol at all.
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He stood up telling himself to keep an eye on the younger throughout the time he was there.
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