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

[sweetdeath]

...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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[There was that self-doubt flickering in Tsuzuki's mind. He didn't even need to see it on his face - it was as though Tatsumi had a distinct sixth sense about it. He knelt down, a soft and consoling smile meeting the canine look of doubt.]

I know you want to help - it's okay, though.

[He petted Tsuzuki quickly on the head, easily using the excuse that he was a dog for the moment for the otherwise inappropriate action. Then he rose and moved again to search for that elusive tea, hiding a mild grimace from Tsuzuki's all-too-perceptive stare.]

At least, it will be okay if he'll stop being so stubborn...

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[Tsuzuki's relieved chuckle came out as a yip; he hopped back up, pacing Tatsumi's steps. The grimace escaped his eyes, though. All he could see from his angle was the underside of Tatsumi's chin.]

If you're looking for the tea, it's up on the top shelf in the cabinet left of the stove.

[Tilting his head to the side, he thought for a moment. What was Watari being stubborn about? Was there really anything he could do? ...Would Tatsumi tell him even if there was?

He knew the answer to the last one.]

Hey, Tatsumi, if you're going to pet me, the fur on the back of my neck really itches and I can't reach it with my claws.

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Ah.

[At least Tsuzuki's help was useful. The tea in his hands, he looked once more to the black dog that substituted for his colleague.]

A scratch?

[He sighed, setting the tea down on the nearest counter. Well, if it would distract him.... So he knelt again and scratched right at the back of his neck. In some ways, it was easier to deal with Tsuzuki when he was a dog.]

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[Tsuzuki leaned into Tatsumi's hand, eyes squeezing shut. His neck really had been itchy, and (surprisingly for someone whose idea of a pet was a piggy bank) Tatsumi was pretty good at scratching fur. His tail thumped against the floor of its own accord.]

...Ooh, right there, thanks.