[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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[lightingtruth]

Lightning frowned in distaste at the Chinese food she was carrying, the strong smell wafting up to assault her nose. Compromise, she found, was rather troublesome, but it was important to a partnership. Alternating food choices was merely one of the trade-offs they had quietly decided upon when they found themselves working together in the evenings.

Despite their differences in taste, Lightning's choice of picking up Squalo's preference today wasn't so altruistic. The smell and tongue-searing taste alone was more than enough to mask the medicines she snuck into it. For the cold, of course, and some potent sleeping drugs to make sure he rested.

Passing by the front desks, she wandered the sea of people and placed the take-away on Squalo's desk. Wordlessly, she fished out her choices and pulled a seat over, settling down to begin eating.

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo put down his pen - ha ha, Mustang, hilarious! - and stretched as soon as he saw his partner approaching with their lunch. His spine protested, crackling loudly as it recovered its upright shape. The food was probably make him feel better, anyway, and then he could go do his shift and pull a raincheck with Faye and sleep more than his usual.

As it was, Lightning needed have worried about foreign scents and tastes, given Squalo was congested enough he was going by sensory memory. He tilted his head in acknowledgement to Lightning - just a quiet way of saying thanks - and dived in for his own food. He didn't try to make small talk about it, either, considering he'd learned quickly enough that Lightning was just not a social butterfly.

Squalo didn't mind, she got her job done, she was an excellent fighter, and they resonated well. So he dug in with gusto, slowly realizing he was far more hungry than he'd thought initially, as he quickly found himself half-way through a carton.

[lightingtruth]

So far so good. Light glanced at the food in his hands and decided that he had enough in his stomach to talk like a decent human being. Crossing her legs and placing her spoon in her half-eaten carton, she considered him and the stacks of work on his desk.

The height of it was impressive, and so she contented herself by trying to estimate just how many papers were in there by sight.

"You ought to take better care of yourself. I won't have a partner who can't do that much."

[requiem_no_ame]

"I'm not four, I'm taking good care of myself," Squalo rolled his eyes somewhat. The food was settling nicely in his belly, warm and spicy and just the right tang. Not that he could taste it, but it felt good enough, so he figured it was alright. "Honestly, you should give your prospect partners a bit more credit."

Besides, ill or not, his handwriting was still annoyingly even, all i's dotted properly. He would know he was too ill to work, when his handwriting turned to a mess, after all.

[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

[requiem_no_ame]

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

[thewarisover]

Roy stepped out of his office at that moment, looking like he was going out for a bit of air. The Meister lifted an eyebrow at the stack Squalo had been eyeing, then smiled in the other man's direction.

"I distinctly remember that stack being significantly smaller this morning."

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo stopped writing mid-word, grind his teeth and finished the sentence, very pointedly dotting the is, before he put the paper in the "out" tray and glared at Mustang.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" He growled... or purred, his tone was just the tiniest bit off, so it was hard to pin down. And he might be glaring a few inches to the side, not at Mustang proper.

[thewarisover]

"It means that you're doing a stellar job as always." A beat. "I'm over here, by the way."

[requiem_no_ame]

There was a moment of silence as Squalo blinked terribly slowly, before turning to where Mustang was, by degrees. Then he scowled and pretended those fifteen seconds hadn't happened. Lunch had settled in quite well, actually, but he felt... sluggish. He blamed it on the cold, mostly.

"I know that," he deadpanned, glaring twice as hard at the smug son of a bitch.

[forbearanced]

Koujurou did not usually pay a visit to the office: he communicated with his superiors over the network, busy, as he was, with his vegetable patch, his duties to his master and the patrol route he had outlined for himself in the Shopping District. As such, it was probably odd to see him coming through the door at that moment.

He recognized Squalo, of course, and nodded in the man's direction.

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo had been staring at the same stretch of wall for a bit too long now. He felt stupidly sluggish, like his brain was coated in jell-o and every thought had to fight its way through. He took a moment to nod back, blinking slowly as he tried to clear his head.

Shaking it, as he'd found out before, was not a good way of doing it. It only made him dizzier.

"Ever'ng a'ight?" He slurred at his Zone Leader, without actually noticing he was slurring.

[forbearanced]

Well, that was a little alarming. Koujurou frowned at his patrol man, wondering if he was all right.

"Is something the matter?"

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo blinked up at him.

"...no?" He hadn't meant to make that a question, but the intonation clung to the syllable at the end, bemused.