They're not OOC. they're just unusually reasonable ;P
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If Misery loved company then Tatsumi would be feeling rather loved right now. Tsuzuki had his human shield of females to keep Terazuma at bay, Hisoka sat scowling a few seats away, also prohibited from associating with his former partner by sheer survival instinct - sure they looked like innocent girls but the last time Yuma and Saya had got him alone. brrr. not to mention the new season Prada was out.). Even Watari was gloating over . . . something.
He considered himself a simple if somewhat frugal man - where frugal in this context means 'cheap', 'stingy' or 'tight as a fish's' buttocks'. Regardless of the interpretation, he was proud of the fact. He was also a man of few vices, and currently one of those vices was engaged elsewhere. Testily (although the casual observer would be pressed to notice any change in his demeanor) he sat down to eat his lunch in peace.
Which was a unique occasion in itself. Tatsumi hadn't had a quiet lunch in nearly 40 years. Not since he first came to the Shokan division and was partnered with Tsuzuki. Generally speaking, he either spent his time eating with Tsuzuki and discussing work ethics (where Tsuzuki did most of the eating, and Tatsumi did all of the nagging) or his lunch just mysteriously disappeared altogether, coinciding with the simultaneous disappearance of the aforementioned shinigami. On the rare occasion when Tsuzuki was actually ahead in his work and Tatsumi didn't need to discipline . . . well actually that had never happened before. Until now.
Tsuzuki was quite firmly ensconced in what could only be called 'the pink half' of the cafeteria. Of course it could only be called a cafeteria oat all on the premise that it once served food; however due to a spate of food and beverage spiking, employees now had to bring their own meals. So far this had resulted in a 28% reduction in spontaneous combustions - but that was another story (or was it?).
As far as Tatsumi could see, it would be virtually impossible to retrieve him. Tatsumi himself had no reason to intercede, as Tsuzuki had, if not gotten ahead, at least completed all his work on time and at an acceptable level of legibility. Kanoe, who had been taking flak from the other department heads for years, was overjoyed. Clearly there was no way to justify removing Tsuzuki from Wakaba's partner without resorting to drastic measures - and higher powers.
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It just didn't sit right with Tsuzuki. Sure on the one hand he was surrounded with delicious food. And on the other . . . well more delicious food. Saya and Yuma might not know how to cook like Wakaba, but they sure knew where to buy stuff . . . and Tsuzuki was well and truly stuffed.
What he missed was the thrill of the chase. He looked longingly over at Tatsumi's lunch, sitting oh-so-vulnerable just a few tables away. . . it would be so easy . . . so very easy . .
"More pie Tsuzuki?" Interrupted Wakaba, holding out a slice of delicious delicious apple pie.
Wakaba was 'A Nice Girl'.
She was pretty. She could cook up a storm. She dressed cutely, did her job well, was highly skilled at fuda magic, had an unblemished work record and was all around perfect. Thusly she did not take rejection well. And when her FORMER partner had organized to change partners on her without consulting her even in the slightest . . . not a word of explanation . . . there was hell to pay, and the receipt would be made out to one Terazuma Hajime.
Now its commonly known the way to a man's heart was through his stomach (although in her current state of mind Wakaba might argue it would be quicker to go directly through the rib cage, preferably with something sharp), then the way out of such an arrangement was through the stomach of another man (although logic might dictate that if the stomach (accessed via the mouth) was the way in, then perhaps the way out lied in the posterior. thankfully, for Tsuzuki's sake, logic has nothing to do with matters of the heart.
Saya and Yuma were far simpler to comprehend. Wakaba's last partner had been inaccessible (that whole females-make-hulk-smash' thing) and hence undressable. The closest they'd managed to get was a furisode . . . and the way he's reacted to the mere suggestion . . . you'd almost think there was something wrong with cross-dressing!
But salvation was at hand! Where opportunity closed a door, necessity opened a window - and it was well known in the Shokan division that Saya and Yuma were not to proud to sneak in through windows. Especially into otherwise secure change rooms. Usually armed only with photographic equipment and the occasional ball gown. Perhaps they'd merely been distracted by the feminine and pretty, yet entirely too reticent Hisoka to notice before, but Tsuzuki had 'Potential'. More masculine than Hisoka perhaps, but nothing a little makeup and a padded bra couldn't fix.
What made him even more appealing was that he was prepared to wear anything they asked for an apple pie and a 4L tub of cookie dough. Even now Saya and Yuma were discussing the alterations necessary to the decidedly pink . . . er . . . 'frock' was perhaps the best word for it, they intended to order.
This did not bode well at all for Terazuma, who had not accounted for the possibility of Tsuzuki being feminized cosmetically. He might have been even more concerned if he knew Saya and Yuma had immediately contacted Watari concerning gender-changing potion research, given this fortuitous turn of events. Watari, despite knowing the intended victim, yet having no terms of exclusivity in his contract with Terazuma saw no reason to refuse. Of course 'plausible deniability' might have been a starting point (you didn't exactly find gender changing potions in the health food section at K- Mart), regardless he had agreed to produce the potion ASAP.
Life was good.
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If Misery loved company then Tatsumi would be feeling rather loved right now. Tsuzuki had his human shield of females to keep Terazuma at bay, Hisoka sat scowling a few seats away, also prohibited from associating with his former partner by sheer survival instinct - sure they looked like innocent girls but the last time Yuma and Saya had got him alone. brrr. not to mention the new season Prada was out.). Even Watari was gloating over . . . something.
He considered himself a simple if somewhat frugal man - where frugal in this context means 'cheap', 'stingy' or 'tight as a fish's' buttocks'. Regardless of the interpretation, he was proud of the fact. He was also a man of few vices, and currently one of those vices was engaged elsewhere. Testily (although the casual observer would be pressed to notice any change in his demeanor) he sat down to eat his lunch in peace.
Which was a unique occasion in itself. Tatsumi hadn't had a quiet lunch in nearly 40 years. Not since he first came to the Shokan division and was partnered with Tsuzuki. Generally speaking, he either spent his time eating with Tsuzuki and discussing work ethics (where Tsuzuki did most of the eating, and Tatsumi did all of the nagging) or his lunch just mysteriously disappeared altogether, coinciding with the simultaneous disappearance of the aforementioned shinigami. On the rare occasion when Tsuzuki was actually ahead in his work and Tatsumi didn't need to discipline . . . well actually that had never happened before. Until now.
Tsuzuki was quite firmly ensconced in what could only be called 'the pink half' of the cafeteria. Of course it could only be called a cafeteria oat all on the premise that it once served food; however due to a spate of food and beverage spiking, employees now had to bring their own meals. So far this had resulted in a 28% reduction in spontaneous combustions - but that was another story (or was it?).
As far as Tatsumi could see, it would be virtually impossible to retrieve him. Tatsumi himself had no reason to intercede, as Tsuzuki had, if not gotten ahead, at least completed all his work on time and at an acceptable level of legibility. Kanoe, who had been taking flak from the other department heads for years, was overjoyed. Clearly there was no way to justify removing Tsuzuki from Wakaba's partner without resorting to drastic measures - and higher powers.
* * *
It just didn't sit right with Tsuzuki. Sure on the one hand he was surrounded with delicious food. And on the other . . . well more delicious food. Saya and Yuma might not know how to cook like Wakaba, but they sure knew where to buy stuff . . . and Tsuzuki was well and truly stuffed.
What he missed was the thrill of the chase. He looked longingly over at Tatsumi's lunch, sitting oh-so-vulnerable just a few tables away. . . it would be so easy . . . so very easy . .
"More pie Tsuzuki?" Interrupted Wakaba, holding out a slice of delicious delicious apple pie.
Wakaba was 'A Nice Girl'.
She was pretty. She could cook up a storm. She dressed cutely, did her job well, was highly skilled at fuda magic, had an unblemished work record and was all around perfect. Thusly she did not take rejection well. And when her FORMER partner had organized to change partners on her without consulting her even in the slightest . . . not a word of explanation . . . there was hell to pay, and the receipt would be made out to one Terazuma Hajime.
Now its commonly known the way to a man's heart was through his stomach (although in her current state of mind Wakaba might argue it would be quicker to go directly through the rib cage, preferably with something sharp), then the way out of such an arrangement was through the stomach of another man (although logic might dictate that if the stomach (accessed via the mouth) was the way in, then perhaps the way out lied in the posterior. thankfully, for Tsuzuki's sake, logic has nothing to do with matters of the heart.
Saya and Yuma were far simpler to comprehend. Wakaba's last partner had been inaccessible (that whole females-make-hulk-smash' thing) and hence undressable. The closest they'd managed to get was a furisode . . . and the way he's reacted to the mere suggestion . . . you'd almost think there was something wrong with cross-dressing!
But salvation was at hand! Where opportunity closed a door, necessity opened a window - and it was well known in the Shokan division that Saya and Yuma were not to proud to sneak in through windows. Especially into otherwise secure change rooms. Usually armed only with photographic equipment and the occasional ball gown. Perhaps they'd merely been distracted by the feminine and pretty, yet entirely too reticent Hisoka to notice before, but Tsuzuki had 'Potential'. More masculine than Hisoka perhaps, but nothing a little makeup and a padded bra couldn't fix.
What made him even more appealing was that he was prepared to wear anything they asked for an apple pie and a 4L tub of cookie dough. Even now Saya and Yuma were discussing the alterations necessary to the decidedly pink . . . er . . . 'frock' was perhaps the best word for it, they intended to order.
This did not bode well at all for Terazuma, who had not accounted for the possibility of Tsuzuki being feminized cosmetically. He might have been even more concerned if he knew Saya and Yuma had immediately contacted Watari concerning gender-changing potion research, given this fortuitous turn of events. Watari, despite knowing the intended victim, yet having no terms of exclusivity in his contract with Terazuma saw no reason to refuse. Of course 'plausible deniability' might have been a starting point (you didn't exactly find gender changing potions in the health food section at K- Mart), regardless he had agreed to produce the potion ASAP.
Life was good.