"M-Muraki?! Where did you come from?" The black clad man scooted away from the doctor.
Muraki smiled amiably, making no attempt to move closer. "I was bored actually, and wanted to see you... Will you play a game with me, Tsuzuki-san?"
"What kind of game?"
Muraki leaned over and whispered in the shinigami's ear.
"The 'in my pants' game?! You want to play that?"
Muraki looked puzzled. "Why, yes... Is there something wrong in my pants, Tsuzuki-san? I thought you would like this game in my pants..."
"No...in my pants," Tsuzuki sighed heavily, "Everything's fine...in my pants."
"So, how've you found the weather lately in your pants?"
"Alright, in my pants. Summer is always fun in my pants."
The doctor smirked. "I'm not sure I agree in my pants. It always seems like it's too hot in my pants. It's actually really annoying. I wear so much white that all the light gets reflected and I sort of glow in my pants. And Oriya is so busy with his customers he doesn't have time to see me in my pants. I miss him in my pants."
"Hmm...I see what you mean in my pants. Tatsumi-san can be rather diligent in my pants. He doesn't want anyone in the department to get lazy in my pants."
Muraki stifled a laugh and spoke seriously. "That's why I was so lonely in my pants. I was hoping you'd be willing to keep me company in my pants. Perhaps we could put old grudges aside...call a truce in my pants?"
"What where you thinking about doing,"Tsuzuki paused, suppressing the urge to cringe at the full sentence, "In my pants."
"Oh, I don't know...maybe just hanging out in my pants. Playing more fun games in my pants... What do you think in your pants?"
"Ano..." Tsuzuki blinked, giving his brain a moment to think so that it wouldn't overload, "Alright, let's do it…in my pants."
Muraki smiled and stood. "Want to come back to my place?" he asked. "In your pants, of course. Wouldn't want to make a scene in your pants, after all. The fangirls would jump you in an instant in your pants..."
"OK," Tsuzuki stood as well, an annoyed look in his eye as he gazed at Muraki, "As long as nothing weird happens in my pants."
Muraki smiled. "That will be up to you and your pants, Tsuzuki-san."
The shinigami grumbled to himself about how the mad man hadn't finished the statement properly; if he was going to do this, he better be consistent.
Muraki wrapped an arm around Tsuzuki's waist. "Of course, if you should decide that you should want something to happen in your pants. I will be more than willing in my pants to help out in your pants..." He let go before the shinigami could push him away, and started walking...
"Urge to Kill...Rising...In my pants?!" The shinigami face faulted. This was too much. Within moments, he'd caught up with the other man, walking with his head hung low. This was definitely too much.
Fin