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Characters: Open
Location: Death City, Clinic
Rating: PG
Time: Jan 17 onward
Description: Missions 151 and 152, crossposted to LJ



The clinic is a buzz of activity from beginning to end, with the doctors and their staff preparing everything that could be needed by their agents in Europe, and clearing away the unnecessaries. Food is cooked large-scale because no one will have time to do it later, and hospital supplies are moved around to make more space for beds.

Shibusen's scouts and supportive agents are in charge of dragging the wounded back to Death City, and they come and go for random errands. The atmosphere is understandably tense, and things don't get better when the first of the injured are brought in.

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[tauborn]

"What sort of house rules?" Because before living in Death City, he's only lived at home (as an only child), at the school dormitory (where everyone had their own room), and for a little while at his best friend's house (which was more like a mansion than a house and there were two maids that also lived there).

"And is 'managing' a good thing? Or do you like it?"

[pishirogane]

"Simple things. Clean up after yourself, shopping schedules, setting up cleaning duties, no company after 10 PM unless notified... things like that."

She would shrug, but not right now. "And yes, managing is a good thing."

[tauborn]

His cheeks turn a little pink at the mention of 'no company after 10 pm,' but he also smiles a little bit. Yes, he's aware of Minato's reputation. He's nodding along to everything else, though, because the rules seem like common sense.

But, there's the rest of everything that he wants to catch up on, that for Takuto is the more important than how many missions she's been on or how many times she has to go shop for groceries each week.

"Have you actually done anything fun lately?"

[pishirogane]

Everyone was probably aware of Minato's reputation at this point. It was his own damn fault honestly.

"... Yes. I made an alarm clock." Though it was considerably small, it got the job done. No more of shuffling through her communicator's options and draining the battery.

[tauborn]

"You made an alarm clock?" He's impressed, and he does nothing to hide it. "That sounds really cool! I didn't know you liked building things like that."

[pishirogane]

"Yes. Assembling and disassembling machinery to see how it functions is a time-consuming hobby, but useful especially when I'm building field devices."

It has helped the Agency.

[tauborn]

"So this alarm clock... did you build it from scratch or did you buy it, take it apart, and put it back together?"

Because Takuto would just buy one if he didn't like the alarm feature on his communicator.

"And what sort of field devices to you make?" It just sounds interesting.

[pishirogane]

"I built it from scratch. I've taken one apart before..."

There's no fun in buying one anyway.

"Depends. They were all disguised and I'd rather keep them classified."

[tauborn]

"Classified?" That seems weird. "What is a field device, anyway?" Because it sounds like something a weapon or meister would use to fight kishin eggs, and he thinks it would be pretty weird for something like that to be classified information. And why would they be disguised?

[pishirogane]

"They're my detective tools to aid my investigations... I made them at home. I don't have any of them here..."

Of course, she cane make new ones, but they wouldn't be much help. She's just another agent after all.

[tauborn]

"Oh." He's still not entirely sure why they need to be classified, but he doesn't really want to pry.

"Well, anyway, we should go out sometime. Get some coffee or just... I dunno, do something fun. And I still haven't even seen your new place, either." Because he does miss hanging out with her. "When you recover enough, of course."

[pishirogane]

"It will be another day or so before I can leave... but sure. I suppose we could go out."

It's still a concept foreign to her, but she's getting use to it.

[tauborn]

"Great! Do you want to go to Death By Pastry? Or maybe just Deathbucks...? We could just go for a walk, or if we go early enough, I can show you the arcade! Because if we go later, then it'll be time for my shift and that wouldn't be as much fun...." He's already excited about the idea, but he wants her to be part of the decision-making. Even if getting a preference out of her can sometimes be like pulling teeth.

[pishirogane]

"Hm... Deathbucks and a walk sound fine. If we were to go to the arcade, I wouldn't be able to take much enjoyment out of it..."

Her hand and forearm would be bound for a while even after her release.

[tauborn]

He nods. He wouldn't want to do anything that might cause her to think she can just push through a difficult recovery. Sometimes healing took time.

"How bad is it, anyway?" He gestures towards her arm, because all he can see is that it seems to have a cast and she hasn't been moving it.

[pishirogane]

"My forearm has been fractured by the force. Most of the trauma was at my wrist though and its shattered. I won't be able to use my hand for a few weeks."

Stuck to one hand sword training and small guns. Such is her life right now.

[tauborn]

...And when he had first asked, she had said she was fine. He winces.

"That sounds pretty painful."

[pishirogane]

"It is, but there's no point complaining about it."

In other words, yes, she's sucking it up.

[tauborn]

"Er... right."

He shrugs and realizes that she's right. "Hey, do you know anything about training a dog?"

[pishirogane]

"I've never had anything bigger than a tarantula. I'm sure if you check the library, you might find some books to help you."

Though, she has several theories about dogs and considers them not very difficult. Well, in theory anyway.

[tauborn]

"Y-you had a t-tarantula?!"

He should have known that Naoto would be into that sort of thing.

"I mean... I have a book and everything, but he can really be a handful and I worry that he gets lonely when I'm not around...." He might be worrying about the little tyke right now, actually.

[pishirogane]

"Yes."

Is that a problem? Oh right, girls are supposed to be scared of bugs, but they're very fascinating.

"Well, dogs are sociable animals unlike cats who tend to be independent. I wouldn't say he's lonely so much that he is anxious waiting for you to get home."

[tauborn]

Not just girls, Naoto. Tarantulas can make anyone a little uneasy.

He rests his chin on the small table by her bed. "How is anxiously waiting for me different than being lonely?"

[pishirogane]

"Dogs have been shown to know when their owner is returning. Until then, they commonly occupy themselves. He could be waiting... or he could've engaged in another activity to occupy himself. If he's only a puppy, it's possible he's chewing up your furniture as we speak instead of barking at the door."

She's heard snippets of this sort of thing occurring here and there.

[tauborn]

He lifts his chin up and gives Naoto an indignant face. "But I don't want him chewing up my furniture, either!" If that was a joke, he's still worried about his couch.

"And I've only really had him for two days, and he didn't stay at my place yesterday, so he probably doesn't know my schedule to know when I'm going to be home...." He frowns, looking maybe slightly more worried than perhaps necessary. "Maybe he doesn't think I'm ever coming home...."