Piffle World (scene 4)

(several months later)

"We could be having sex right now," Doumeki pointed out. It was eight o'clock on a Friday evening, and they had both been at work since eight AM. He was pretty sure this was exactly the sort of situation he'd been hired to prevent in the first place, though he couldn't convince even himself that the suggestion he'd just made had anything to do with keeping his job.

"Just imagine," said Watanuki, without looking up.

Doumeki tried out a different tack. "What if I said that if we don't make it home within an hour today, there won't be any sex this weekend?"

"You'd be lying, and we'd both know it," said Watanuki. Doumeki had to admit he was right. Time for the emergency backup plan. Doumeki got to his feet.

"And where do you think you're going?" said Watanuki, looking up at last.

"Home," said Doumeki. "To bed."

"Fine," said Watanuki. "Go ahead. But I'm not coming with you and you can't make me."

"To bed," Doumeki repeated, "where you will be entirely welcome to join me at an time, where in fact you will be entirely able to join me within fifteen minutes of leaving this office at any time tonight."

Watanuki glared at him. "Don't you even think about trying the look again. What was the rule we made about that look?"

"Something about the Geneva convention?" Doumeki suggested vaguely.

"The rule was: you do not ever get to give me that look again!" Watanuki hissed. "Fine! Go home for all I care. I'm sure I can finish all this work all by myself sometime before midnight, but don't you think for a moment I plan to set a foot outside this office before then."

Doumeki shrugged and walked out. He'd gotten just as far as the car park when his cell phone rang.

"We're going to my place, not yours," said Watanuki as soon as Doumeki answered it. "It's closer, and there's real food there."

"Gotcha," said Doumeki, and hung up.