"Okay, today we're going to get those nasty pants off him," Paul said with
a grin. "Doesn't THAT sound fun, Kita?"
"Oh shut up you pervert," Kita replied, rolling her eyes. "Lets just get to work, alright?" Paul continued to grin at her though, she could only tell because there were some wrinkles around his eyes and they sparkled with amusement. They were once again wearing disposable gowns, masks, hair coverings, goggles, and gloves.
"I want to dissect him," Paul said all too cheerfully as he carefully positioned his scissors to cut the ragged pants off the body. He was starting from the bottom of the left leg.
"You and I both know that Katachi's going to be the one doing that," Kita admonished as she cut downward from the top.
Her face suddenly turned completely red and she dropped her scissors on the floor, turning her back to the body. "I KNOW he didn't have THAT when we cut him out of the Materia!" she squeaked then chewed on her bottom lip. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a man naked before, she was a scientist and aspiring artist. It was just the thought of him being dead that was disgusting.
Paul looked up then away, blushing as well, "Well... have to admit that it's impressive..."
"Shut up!" Kita squeaked, her face still bright red. At that moment, as in all moments when something vaguely unorthodox was going on, Katachi swaggered in, frowning deeply. Brushing his hair back from his face with a practiced flick of his hand, he came closer to glare at Kita from behind his small circular glasses.
"What's going on? Can't you two EVER do your work-" He stopped speaking when Kita stepped aside, giving him view of what had caused the disturbance. "Well...good thing there weren't any media people here," he stated, his face somewhat flushed as well. He rubbed the side of his head with his left hand, pressing his lips together. "Just... put a gown over it and get back to work." He turned, leaving, he didn't want to see it any more then he had to.
"Disgusting," he muttered as the door closed behind him.
Paul looked at Kita from his place on the other side of the body, "You do it."
"Nooo, you do it. You're a guy! You've got one!" Kita protested firmly, shaking her head, her back still turned toward the body.
"Yeah, but you're a woman, it's your JOB to handle that sort of thing! I'm not touching it," Paul said firmly.
"But it's DEAD!!!"
"You've worked on corpses before!" Paul argued, "What's stopping you THIS time?"
"None of the corpses I worked with had..." She shivered, still refusing to turn around.
"Besides, YOU were working on the top anyway!" Paul whined somewhat, he was really rather disturbed by it as well.
"But- I don't want to touch it!" Kita wrung her hands together.
Paul pressed his lips together. "FINE! I'll work on the top, you cut the legs." He turned, going to a cabinet and getting out one of the disposable gown. He returned and draped it over the body's hips carefully before picking up his scissors and cutting at the tough fabric once more. "He's covered now, Kita, you can turn around and get back to work," Paul growled in annoyance. She crouched down and retrieved her scissors, turning her attention to the leg of the body's pants, a blush still staining her face.
"How incredibly gross..." Kita muttered under her breath.
"Do you think maybe the Materia kept him like that or...?" Paul asked more rhetorically as he cut his way down the left leg.
Kita lifted her eyes to glare, "I don't even want to think about it."
"Oh shut up you pervert," Kita replied, rolling her eyes. "Lets just get to work, alright?" Paul continued to grin at her though, she could only tell because there were some wrinkles around his eyes and they sparkled with amusement. They were once again wearing disposable gowns, masks, hair coverings, goggles, and gloves.
"I want to dissect him," Paul said all too cheerfully as he carefully positioned his scissors to cut the ragged pants off the body. He was starting from the bottom of the left leg.
"You and I both know that Katachi's going to be the one doing that," Kita admonished as she cut downward from the top.
Her face suddenly turned completely red and she dropped her scissors on the floor, turning her back to the body. "I KNOW he didn't have THAT when we cut him out of the Materia!" she squeaked then chewed on her bottom lip. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a man naked before, she was a scientist and aspiring artist. It was just the thought of him being dead that was disgusting.
Paul looked up then away, blushing as well, "Well... have to admit that it's impressive..."
"Shut up!" Kita squeaked, her face still bright red. At that moment, as in all moments when something vaguely unorthodox was going on, Katachi swaggered in, frowning deeply. Brushing his hair back from his face with a practiced flick of his hand, he came closer to glare at Kita from behind his small circular glasses.
"What's going on? Can't you two EVER do your work-" He stopped speaking when Kita stepped aside, giving him view of what had caused the disturbance. "Well...good thing there weren't any media people here," he stated, his face somewhat flushed as well. He rubbed the side of his head with his left hand, pressing his lips together. "Just... put a gown over it and get back to work." He turned, leaving, he didn't want to see it any more then he had to.
"Disgusting," he muttered as the door closed behind him.
Paul looked at Kita from his place on the other side of the body, "You do it."
"Nooo, you do it. You're a guy! You've got one!" Kita protested firmly, shaking her head, her back still turned toward the body.
"Yeah, but you're a woman, it's your JOB to handle that sort of thing! I'm not touching it," Paul said firmly.
"But it's DEAD!!!"
"You've worked on corpses before!" Paul argued, "What's stopping you THIS time?"
"None of the corpses I worked with had..." She shivered, still refusing to turn around.
"Besides, YOU were working on the top anyway!" Paul whined somewhat, he was really rather disturbed by it as well.
"But- I don't want to touch it!" Kita wrung her hands together.
Paul pressed his lips together. "FINE! I'll work on the top, you cut the legs." He turned, going to a cabinet and getting out one of the disposable gown. He returned and draped it over the body's hips carefully before picking up his scissors and cutting at the tough fabric once more. "He's covered now, Kita, you can turn around and get back to work," Paul growled in annoyance. She crouched down and retrieved her scissors, turning her attention to the leg of the body's pants, a blush still staining her face.
"How incredibly gross..." Kita muttered under her breath.
"Do you think maybe the Materia kept him like that or...?" Paul asked more rhetorically as he cut his way down the left leg.
Kita lifted her eyes to glare, "I don't even want to think about it."