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[kazama_kuroo]

Title: Wasting Time
Characters: Black Jack, anybody who wants to join
Location: Somewhere outside Malaise (FREEZE TO DEATH? WHAT IS THIS 'FREEZE TO DEATH' YOU SPEAK OF?)
Rating: PG-13 in case of verbal outrage?
Summary: Was he really accomplishing anything here?
Date/Time: Day 19/Free Time

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[kazama_kuroo]

"Unfortunately, I can't let you keep the chain," Black Jack answered, shaking his head. "However," he let his hands drop to his sides, "we can make a sort of compromise..."

"Confiscated items are normally kept hidden away - or, when cruelty shows its ugly head, are thrown away - by..." The doctor paused. "Well, I can't tell you that, can I?"

An indifferent shrug. "This may sound absurd, but if it sounds like a better alternative, I can keep the chain for you. You will know it is in good hands and you can, of course, keep your dog tags. I am quite confident that you are capable enough not to lose them." He gave the slightest smile as he said this; honestly, this man amused him.

"What do you say?"

[cmdr_pinstripes]

You're being stupid, Torn thought to himself as the argument rose against him. And unreasonable.

These two were right, and he was acting like a spoiled child for disagreeing. It wasn't like him to defy rules in his favor, anyways. Perhaps there was something wrong with him that made him act this way. He couldn't have always been so boneheaded.

He did worry about losing them, though, and he sure as hell didn't trust his roommates to keep their grubby hands out of his stuff...

One lip quirked upwards with little amusement as he dipped his head and removed the chain from around his neck. Torn then pulled the bead from the clasp in back, letting his dog tags fall into one large hand. Once he'd pocketed both, he offered the chain to his doctor.

"I'd say I'll need it back when I leave."

[when are we gonna end this? o.o]

[hollowine]

Black Jack was being very reasonable, and Zexion nodded along slightly. He could practically see the inner turmoil in the other man, thinking about whether or not he should argue more or just give it over, probably. The chill from the cold snow around them was beginning to get to the smaller male, and he shivered almost imperceptibly.

At least he was cooperating now. The slate-haired boy looked pleased when he handed the chain over, glad that there wouldn't be much more of a hassle over this.

"What is your name?" At least now that he knew the tall male wasn't as idiotic as he had seemed in his first impression, Zexion was a little more interested in him. Perhaps in the future he would see him again, and it would be good to know his name if that was the case. Through his whole conversation Black Jack and Zexion hadn't shared their names with the man, and vice-versa, and it almost seemed silly.

[liek now, or soon after this? (klsjdklajd sorry for being slow)]

[kazama_kuroo]

His hand wrapped around the chain, and at the mention of leaving, Black Jack nodded. "Whenever that time comes," he said, placing the chain in his coat pocket.

When Zexion asked for the other man's name (though he was rather sure he had heard the stubborn patient's name once), it occurred to him that he had not given his own. It would have been a lot of trouble if he had to look for a doctor whose name he didn't even know.

"When you do need it, look for Dr. Black Jack." Why he began talking in a third-person point of view confused even him. "... Room 102," he added as an afterthought.