sweetdeath | [09 || it was easier to type when the puppy thing was a metaphor]

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[09 || it was easier to type when the puppy thing was a metaphor]

...this is kind of a fun curse! Except I can't open the door. Or, you know. Work can openers. Let's not talk about what trying to cook would be like --

Uh, sorry, I'm not gonna make it in to work!

Tatsumi, you still human-shaped? I've got a bunch of gourmet leftovers in the freezer, and if you could get some out and reheat it for me you can share 'em for dinner. I forgot to leave a bowl of dog food out last night, see.

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[cheerful bark] -Oh, anything in there ought to be fine! Though maybe not the spicy stuff with the red sauce, you'd be amazed what I can smell right now and cayenne pepper'd probably knock me out.

Then it'll be chicken florentine, I suppose...

You know, you're awfully calm for being cursed, Tsuzuki-san.

I spent the morning hiding under the bed, then I took a nap, and now I'm getting used to it.

...no point in running in circles, right?

I... suppose.

I just thank Enma I wasn't affected this time.

You were affected? This happened before? What did you turn into?

Yes, it happened before. I'm not going to tell you, though.

[SADFACE.] Aw, come on!

...was it a magpie?

.... Are you trying to say something, Tsuzuki-san?

Nope! Not at all! Hey, uh, is the door unlocked? I think I might be able to unlock it.

I'll open it for you if you'd just stay still.

Right!

[thumping into a seated position and staying that way. except for the tail-wagging, which he cannot help.]

... There. See what a difference a little patience can make?

[Tsuzuki grinned, jumping up again as the door opened. Even if it did cost him two usable hands and three feet of height, this curse had filled him with a bubbly cheer he hadn't really felt in ages. He could take fur and a tail.]

Hi, Tatsumi! Thanks.

[It was one thing to know that a colleague had turned into a dog, but another to actually see it. Tatsumi stared momentarily, then allowed Tsuzuki to paw out from the bedroom as he retreated into the kitchen.]

At the least, you're not a smaller animal.

Yeah, it could be a lot worse.

[Tsuzuki padded after Tatsumi, nose wrinkling in curiosity at all the scents that filled his apartment. Salt water, dirty laundry, fresh dirt, yesterday's pasta carbonara from the dishes in the sink, and oh man he really needed to take out the garbage as soon as this curse wore off.]

So you escaped the curse, huh? What about Watari and Hisoka's dad?

It doesn't seem like Nagare-dono was that lucky.

[That was all that he responded with as he opened the freezer door and shifted through the sloppily-labelled food. Finally, though, he found what appeared to be chicken florentine - close enough.]

At the least, you didn't turn into a cockroach.

[Tsuzuki tilted his head to the side. Tatsumi hadn't answered the question about Watari, and he'd started moving stiffly all of a sudden. That was suspicious behavior. He wandered a few steps closer, poking the other man behind the knee with his nose for lack of fingers and height. Smelled like dry-cleaning.]

[It took just a few minutes, but he had to locate a decent skillet - why be lazy about it all instead of reheating the proper way? But then, he was interrupted by feeling a nudging at the back of his knee.]

What? [He whirled around and stared at the dog - Tsuzuki - with a mixture of indignation and confusion.] Did you expect me to use the microwave?

[Tsuzuki sat back, grinning with amusement. The frazzled look on Tatsumi's face made it clear enough that he'd been right. Something was bothering him.]

What're you so nervous about?

[He tensed for a moment, then turned back around under the guise of settling the skillet onto the oven burner.]

Don't be ridiculous - why would I be nervous?

[Tsuzuki considered the rigid, and slightly twitchy, form of his co-worker... and then leaned forward and nudged him in the back of the knee again.]

Ts-Tsuzuki-san....

[This time he only briefly glanced over his shoulder to the source of his troubles before turning back to the task at hand. No, he didn't really want to discuss the nerves, especially in this slightly surreal situation. Especially with Tsuzuki.]

I haven't even gotten the food in the skillet yet...

[Huffing out a breath, Tsuzuki flopped into a sitting position. It was easier to look up that way. He had the feeling he knew at least some of what had the other man so nervous, but prodding him was just going to result in burnt dinner at this point. He couldn't resist just one comment, though.]

You know, Tatsumi, you're really bad at lying.

[Damnit. And he was being persistent - but two could play that game, and Tatsumi really, really didn't want to discuss Watari of all people right now. It was still too awkward. With deft skill did he manage not to look back to Tsuzuki, this time preferring to concentrate on the frozen white and green block of food that now faintly sizzled.]

What are you talking about?

You tell me.

[Tsuzuki set his chin on his paws, still looking up. The smell of food made his nose twitch, but he was determined not to let it distract him.]

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