[OPEN... kinda. READ THE NOTES] Even the sun and the light of the day...

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Characters: Lightning Farron, Superbi Squalo, anyone in the Watch HQ's who wants to point-and-laugh/etc.
Location: Watch HQ's
Rating: PG-13, R-ish for Squalo's mouth.
Time: December 28th, 2009
Description: Squalo caught a cold and still went to work in the morning, because there's still fuckton of paperwork to do. Lightning disagrees and... deals with him. For his own good. People in the Watch HQ's are welcome to drop by and poke the passed out shark and abuse his unconsciousness to your heart's content.

Squalo left his communicator on the desk and moved onto a fresh piece of paper, sparing a dark glare to the pile that had miraculously appeared on his desk that morning. He'd dropped in for a coffee and see if there was anything to keep him out of his freezing hole of an apartment, but he wasn't quite expecting that.

Grumbling and grumpy, he at least had the consolation of Lighting offering to buy him lunch. A bit surprising, perhaps, but certainly appreciated.

It should have been a telltale sign that he wasn't feeling all that good, that he wasn't being a paranoid ass about it.

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[lightingtruth.livejournal.com]

Lightning frowned in distaste at the Chinese food she was carrying, the strong smell wafting up to assault her nose. Compromise, she found, was rather troublesome, but it was important to a partnership. Alternating food choices was merely one of the trade-offs they had quietly decided upon when they found themselves working together in the evenings.

Despite their differences in taste, Lightning's choice of picking up Squalo's preference today wasn't so altruistic. The smell and tongue-searing taste alone was more than enough to mask the medicines she snuck into it. For the cold, of course, and some potent sleeping drugs to make sure he rested.

Passing by the front desks, she wandered the sea of people and placed the take-away on Squalo's desk. Wordlessly, she fished out her choices and pulled a seat over, settling down to begin eating.

[soulparadox.livejournal.com]

Nataku decided to visit the Watch HQ to see if anyone was "in." There did not seem to be anyone, but Squalo. He stared for the longest time at the man. The clone was still trying to understand all the feelings that he had, that he was starting to understand, but he had come to the realization that he did not like this person. Roy would be upset if he were to simply reach over with his partial Weapon arm to strangle the life out of the other Watch member. Watson would also be disappointed if he were to do such a thing to him, for one reason or another. The voices of the people that would be troubled by the death of Squalo rang in his head, and so, he would do something else to show his displeasure to the sleeping man.

Walking over to where Squalo was, he stared down at him before reaching over to find a black marker among the writing utensils on the desk. He stared at the pen for a time, rolled it around his hands. Nataku realized now that he was being "childish," and wondered what it meant that he should be this way. The meaning of it was something that he could not fully understand. And yet, that did not stop him from writing the word 'UNFIT' on the forehead of the other. He stared for a time before adding an exclamation point.

"I do not understand this behavior." A beat. "Does it come from dealing with others." Capping the marker, he set it down before turning to leave. Nataku had a lot to think about.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Roy stepped out of his office at that moment, looking like he was going out for a bit of air. The Meister lifted an eyebrow at the stack Squalo had been eyeing, then smiled in the other man's direction.

"I distinctly remember that stack being significantly smaller this morning."

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

Koujurou did not usually pay a visit to the office: he communicated with his superiors over the network, busy, as he was, with his vegetable patch, his duties to his master and the patrol route he had outlined for himself in the Shopping District. As such, it was probably odd to see him coming through the door at that moment.

He recognized Squalo, of course, and nodded in the man's direction.