hisoka_fangirl : . . . nor is he in the original totally evil and hell bent
on world domination, but that doesn't mean he won't be ^_^ - no actually
that's just kind of a joke since I don't think so either - and trust me for
this fic Hisoka doesn't think so too (but really I don't think that's the
best angle to be taking with Yami no mats - I mean NOT gay? Get outta
town!)
Lily : it's his own fault for being so cute O_O
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11.57:30: Subject catatonic.
11:57:45: Minor movement of appendage.
11:58:00: Subject appears to be in~~~
Terazuma scowled as his subject knocked away his pen in horror, scrambling to cower under the desk. . . what would you call that? A throe of waking?
In the past, Tatsumi had experimented with having the opaque backs of the desks replaced with perspex to discourage certain employee's from hiding (and sleeping) under them, however this project had been abandoned due to the incredible cost involved in cutting said employee free from the broom closet drawer once the preferred position was no longer available. Hence this retreat had been effective.
Except one generally is not seen going about the business of secreting oneself under a desk - rendering the desired outcome. . . void. Not that it mattered, since the action was driven entirely by reflex rather than purpose.
"Ohayo Tsuzuki-kun." Commented Terazuma amiably, peering under the desk.
"Oh. . . oh. . .ohayo." He managed weekly. It wasn't every day one woke up in raptures at the prospect of +*-food-*+ and eager to remove oneself to the outlet of said +*-food-*+ with all haste . . . only to be met with the leering visage of one's adversary. But wait! Terazuma was here AND it was lunchtime. Was it possible Wakaba was here with +*-food-*+.? The logic was flawed by the fact Terazuma was smiling and Terazuma only ever smiled when it was he and not Tsuzuki receiving +*-food-*+. As ever, this was not noticed by the puppy that peered joyously out from behind the desk.
Search.
No Wakaba. What could this mean?
"Tsuzuki-kun, Hisoka and I want to swap partners."
"Rea-lly?" Questioned Tsuzuki a little too cheerful for Hisoka's tastes. The bound and gagged Hisoka Tsuzuki had found in the filing cabinet seemed to squirm in mute confirmation.
Now Terazuma being the competitive SOB he was had taken Hisoka's sarcastic reply to his earlier comment about being gay rather to heart (proving once and for all slow and steady did not win the race). /"Oh sure, I'm about as straight as a bowling ball."/
Hiding the potential rival for Tsuzuki's affection in the filing cabinet had two possible outcomes, either Tsuzuki, who was known to detest paperwork (which was generally stored in aforementioned cabinet) would never find him, or at the very least, would now have a negative association. Ah! The wonders of psychological warfare.
Meanwhile Tsuzuki was thinking paperwork was not so bad after all.
"Really!" Nodded Terazuma in confirmation, secretly pleased at how happy Tsuzuki looked at the prospect.
"That's wonderful!" Sure some part of him was wondering if this was such a good pairing. Both Terazuma and Hisoka had combat training, but neither was particularly strong in offensive magic. This part was soon steam rolled by the much louder part of him which was reading off a mental menu of all the tasty sweets Wakaba knew how to make in a cheesy French accent.
Wordlessly Tsuzuki gathered his things (a little stationary, a number of paperclips that had been bent to resemble various zoo animals, and a fern that's countenance declared quite brazenly that this was indeed Meifu, land of the dead) and went to settle into his new office with Wakaba.
". . . I think he took that rather well." Smirked Terazuma, presuming the harder part of courtship over..
"Baka." Hisoka commented almost absently. Yes, he was still bound and gagged, but one has to keep in mind how experienced Hisoka is when it comes to being bound and gagged. No challenge to slip out a familiar word like 'Baka'.
Lily : it's his own fault for being so cute O_O
___________ ____________________ _______________
11.57:30: Subject catatonic.
11:57:45: Minor movement of appendage.
11:58:00: Subject appears to be in~~~
Terazuma scowled as his subject knocked away his pen in horror, scrambling to cower under the desk. . . what would you call that? A throe of waking?
In the past, Tatsumi had experimented with having the opaque backs of the desks replaced with perspex to discourage certain employee's from hiding (and sleeping) under them, however this project had been abandoned due to the incredible cost involved in cutting said employee free from the broom closet drawer once the preferred position was no longer available. Hence this retreat had been effective.
Except one generally is not seen going about the business of secreting oneself under a desk - rendering the desired outcome. . . void. Not that it mattered, since the action was driven entirely by reflex rather than purpose.
"Ohayo Tsuzuki-kun." Commented Terazuma amiably, peering under the desk.
"Oh. . . oh. . .ohayo." He managed weekly. It wasn't every day one woke up in raptures at the prospect of +*-food-*+ and eager to remove oneself to the outlet of said +*-food-*+ with all haste . . . only to be met with the leering visage of one's adversary. But wait! Terazuma was here AND it was lunchtime. Was it possible Wakaba was here with +*-food-*+.? The logic was flawed by the fact Terazuma was smiling and Terazuma only ever smiled when it was he and not Tsuzuki receiving +*-food-*+. As ever, this was not noticed by the puppy that peered joyously out from behind the desk.
Search.
No Wakaba. What could this mean?
"Tsuzuki-kun, Hisoka and I want to swap partners."
"Rea-lly?" Questioned Tsuzuki a little too cheerful for Hisoka's tastes. The bound and gagged Hisoka Tsuzuki had found in the filing cabinet seemed to squirm in mute confirmation.
Now Terazuma being the competitive SOB he was had taken Hisoka's sarcastic reply to his earlier comment about being gay rather to heart (proving once and for all slow and steady did not win the race). /"Oh sure, I'm about as straight as a bowling ball."/
Hiding the potential rival for Tsuzuki's affection in the filing cabinet had two possible outcomes, either Tsuzuki, who was known to detest paperwork (which was generally stored in aforementioned cabinet) would never find him, or at the very least, would now have a negative association. Ah! The wonders of psychological warfare.
Meanwhile Tsuzuki was thinking paperwork was not so bad after all.
"Really!" Nodded Terazuma in confirmation, secretly pleased at how happy Tsuzuki looked at the prospect.
"That's wonderful!" Sure some part of him was wondering if this was such a good pairing. Both Terazuma and Hisoka had combat training, but neither was particularly strong in offensive magic. This part was soon steam rolled by the much louder part of him which was reading off a mental menu of all the tasty sweets Wakaba knew how to make in a cheesy French accent.
Wordlessly Tsuzuki gathered his things (a little stationary, a number of paperclips that had been bent to resemble various zoo animals, and a fern that's countenance declared quite brazenly that this was indeed Meifu, land of the dead) and went to settle into his new office with Wakaba.
". . . I think he took that rather well." Smirked Terazuma, presuming the harder part of courtship over..
"Baka." Hisoka commented almost absently. Yes, he was still bound and gagged, but one has to keep in mind how experienced Hisoka is when it comes to being bound and gagged. No challenge to slip out a familiar word like 'Baka'.