Playing Pretend

[seventhcoil]

Characters: Fumie and Mu
Location: CID, Manchester, Britain, Earth, 1973
Time: Probably the afternoon by the time they wander over to it
Summary: Fumie and Mu have decided to be as kickass at being Gene and Sam as they can be. Now let’s watch how that actually goes.
Warnings: There’s a little girl and a goddess warrior attempting to be British

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[lamb_of_gold]

"Fumie," he replied quietly, "I'm hardly one given to emotional peaks. Don't worry about me being neutral." He shifted uncomfortably - He'd gone to bed in his nightrobe, and woken up in his nightrobe...without the rest of his clothing.

Which left him Sam's.

Not that the clothing was /bad/ persay - garish colour notwithstanding, but it was uncomfortable. Tight. Leather.

But there were more important things to think about and the lavender haired man looked down at the girl who was, for all intents and purposes, his boss for the time being. "Just be careful not to let your ego get the better of you. Think before you act."

[seventhcoil]

"Gene doesn't think before he acts, so obviously to play him perfectly, I need to stop thinking all together," the young girl reasoned. She felt this was a highly logical explanation. "Anyway, we're already late, so let's go."

Fumie turned to the doors and paused. She supposed Gene would make a big entrance. It fit his type of person. Taking several steps back, she steeled herself before slamming open the doors with a kick. Then, somewhat automatically from the ingrained Japanese politeness, she held the doors open for Mu. "C'mon, Tyler!" Fumie said, attempting to sound tough.

[lamb_of_gold]

Mu rolled his eyes, smiled one of his small smiles and took the door from Fumie. "After you...erm...Guv," he said, fumbling as he tried to recall Sam's manner of speaking.

The inside of the building was, for lack of a better word, musty. And dark. It seemed cavelike to the man who was used to open air and the chill of high altitudes.

There was a woman behind the desk - older looking and stern. Mu nodded at her without a word and looked to Fumie. "So," he said, doing his best to emulate Sam's tone, "where to?"

[seventhcoil]

For a moment, Fumie completely blanked out. What would Gene do? she wondered. 'Be a bastard' wasn't quite the right response. But it was probably a good start. It might even work for stalling.

"You're late and the team's been waiting on you." Fumie managed not to jump when the grumpy lady behind the desk spoke. "Mind hitting the pub after you do work?"

"They can wait a little longer!" Fumie snapped. She wondered if that was very Gene. Frowning, she turned back to Mu. "Tyler, follow me. And you! You tell that...lot they can just wait!" Mentally, she winced. Not enough swearing to be Gene.

With that, doing her strongest walk, she slipped into the hallway, more or less certain it was the right way.

[lamb_of_gold]

Mu gave the woman - Phyllis! that was her name - an apologetic nod and slipped off after Fumie. Her directional presumption had been correct, it seemed, as soon enough they came upon a room that nearly made Mu gag.

Thick smoke filled the air, rancid with the smell of coffee and cigarettes. The lavender-haired man resisted the urge to bolt back outside to the relatively fresh air and sunshine, but no, Sam put up with this day in and out and so Mu would too.

The occupants of the room had all turned to stare at the pair as they entered, all but one with a lit smoke. The one who didn't well, she was a cute lady, and Mu presumed her to be Annie, the one to turn to for help should the need arise. He nodded politely to her, as well.