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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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.]

There's absolutely nothing going on, Tsuzuki-san....

[Of course, he was speaking lies through his teeth, but the sharp chop of a wooden spoon told a different story as he attempted separating the solid square of food. A bit more forceful than he'd have liked, but...]

Despite what you may think or may have seen.

[This huff of breath was louder, conveying without words just what he thought of Tatsumi's flimsy excuse. He might be a bad employee, but he was pretty good at figuring out what people were feeling.

Especially when, like Tatsumi, they practically wore it as a neon sign around their neck.]

And that's why you're refusing to talk about Watari, right?

[Now he was caught. But, of course, he had options at his disposal - either acknowledge it and tell the entire truth, or lie. The latter seemed the best choice. He still didn't look to Tsuzuki, instead continuing chopping at the smaller brick of frozen food.]

Whatever issues there were have been resolved - that's that.

Right.

[Tsuzuki considered his own options. He could just accept that Tatsumi wasn't going to say anything. Or he could push. Or he could bite the man's ankle.

Being a dog really widened his repertoire.]

[Fine. He'd keep on with the cooking, and Tsuzuki would just wait there. More chopping, more sizzling, more silence - then it came to the moment that he had waited for. The food finally thawed. He had already had two plates out - but was the second one necessary? Shrugging it off, he simply portioned it all out and then had one plate before Tsuzuki and one on the nearby table.]

Here - be careful not to scorch your tongue.

Thanks!

[All conversation after that was cut off by Tsuzuki diving enthusiastically onto the plate of food. It was hot, but not too hot to eat. At least, not if he ate quickly and didn't mind a few moments of scorched tongue before it healed. It had been almost a full day since he'd last eaten. Conversation (and ankle-nipping) could wait.]

[Of course, he had dutifully given Tsuzuki a larger portion, not simply as a courtesy. Keep him occupied, keep him from asking anything more. He could only stare briefly at the black-dog form chomping on that dinner - such tactless eating was even more pronounced - before he returned to his own. Not bad, perhaps a bit overpriced, but what restaurant wasn't, really?

Once more, he looked to Tsuzuki. Why did it matter to him? No, he knew the answer - quickly did he shove that out from his mind.]

[One advantage of eating like a dog; it didn't take Tsuzuki long to make his way through the plate of leftovers. Licking his lips, he glanced up at Tatsumi. The other man's stubbornness was one thing - after a couple of decades, anyone could've figured out that wasn't going to change. Frankly, though, Tsuzuki thought it was past time Tatsumi have a life outside of work. They were friends, weren't they? And the younger man really was going to drive himself into a case of ulcers or possibly a nervous breakdown one of these years.

Besides, maybe it'd make him lighten up about paperwork deadlines and expense accounts.]

Thanks! That was good.

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