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Characters: Six and Holiday
Location: Their fancy apartment in Murder Manor
Rating: PGish Though there's Weapon touching mmm
Time: April 30th, afternoon/evening
Description: Holiday's chilling out and catching some tv... or mostly just looking through her mirror at the network. Idk, do they have tv? Why am I just wondering this now?

Holiday was achy. After doing some shifts at the clinic, she was pretty much a wreck at this point... but she liked it. Oddly enough, she missed working so hard at Providence. The missions were good and honestly she did like them, too, but it certainly didn't have the same feeling to it.

She wasn't one to ever slack however, even during down time. Holiday moved over the couch and sat with a tired sigh and... noticed Six wasn't around. Well, he had a life out there, too. She moved her shoulders around a bit, deciding on practicing her transformations back and forth for now. The skill wasn't as quick as she would like it to be.

Holiday settled in, turning on some tv as a white noise in the background. (Honestly, she never watched it all that much anymore.) She focused inside herself and was replaced as her chakram form sitting on the couch. Right. And she changed back. Still not as fast as she would like...

After a few tries, Holiday noticed that the tv was quite distracting and she considered turning it off, but perhaps she should wait between intervals to turn back in forth, just like in actual battle. So she started doing that. A few minutes human, a few chakram... Until the tv became too distracting and she just started watching it instead. It had been a long time since she's had a lazy day (or afternoon).

... Only she stayed in chakram form by accident. Woops.

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Six got back to the apartment about half an hour later. Since Holiday couldn't be trusted around a stove, he'd taken command of the cooking duties.

Because she was in chakram form, he didn't see her right away. Seeing the TV on, it was likely that she was around the apartment somewhere. She'd probably gone to the restroom or something.

Taking a few minutes to put away the groceries, he saw that she still hadn't returned. He raised an eyebrow before heading towards the couch. Perhaps she'd fallen asleep...?

Then he smirked as he saw the chakram resting there. "Comfy?"

Busted.

"Six! You-... I thought I heard something, but I-... Well, this is awkward." Holiday stayed there for a moment, thinking. "Is it bad that I forgot I was in Weapon form or is this really what TV does to people?"

"Not sure about the latter since I don't watch too much TV," Six told her, amused. "But if you're not too stiff, would you like to get that maintenance session I promised you done?"

She's going to take that as forgetting about her weapon form is a bad thing and that she's getting old.

"If you turn off the TV then I certainly won't mind."

Six had never been in Weapon form, but he'd heard stories about how some of them got stiff after staying a long time in that form. He hadn't meant it as a slur on her age.

He reached out to pick up the remote and turn off the TV.

"I'll be right back."

He went to his room to retrieve the necessary materials. The honing oil he found worked well to sharpen her blades without creating sparks. It also kept the noise down.

Coming back, he added a few drops to the stone which he placed on an grungy towel he'd bought for just this purpose and picked her up to start scraping the edges of her first extended blade against.

Bah, she took what she could get. Besides she wasn't too stiff yet.

Holiday watched him walk to his room with a little smile and idly wondered if all the other Meisters did things like this for their Weapons. She couldn't see why not. Six's mindset was a good one to live by when leading the life he's been through... Even if it was a fantastic massage on her end.

Perhaps it was too awkward for others?

The thoughts left her as he came back, picked her up, and began. Mmm, yes. "Thanks for this. I realize you do these things for yourself, too, but it still feels pretty nice."

"I'm glad it's not unpleasant for you," Six said, continuing to scrape her blade against the stone. "Besides, I always found cleaning my weapons to be a good time to just clear my head."

Some people read. Six made sure his weapons were extra sharp.

"Good," she smiled, "At least I'm not the only enjoying this... Maybe I should give you a massage to pay you back one of these days." She was half joking.

"I wouldn't mind it," Six said as he stopped scraping to study her blade.

To most people, it probably wouldn't have seemed like much, but Holiday would know just how much trust lie behind that statement.

Yes, she did and part of her didn't think he would take her up on that. She's glad he did, though.

"Good... But you already started so you have to finish up here first." The chakram wiggled a bit at her remark, but went still again. Her reflection could be seen through the blade and it was obvious that she was touched, even with the joke.

"Of course," he told her with a tiny smile on his face.

He was getting used to holding a weapon that might wiggle randomly, much less spoke. Since it was her soul brushing against his, he didn't find it as disturbing as when he wielded Zero for a mission.

He turned her over slowly to start scraping the other side of the blade so that it had an even edge. He wasn't sure if there was a sense of "up" or "down" when she was in Weapon form, but he didn't want to make her needlessly dizzy.

Though that did make him wonder how she kept her bearings when he was whirling her about.

Don't ask her. Since she couldn't really observe it from the outside as well as the inside, it was complicated. All she knew was that it worked and she was always coming out just fine... Then again, roller coasters never bothered her as a kid.

Her thoughts derailed as he brushed against a particular spot and she moved a bit with a giggle. "That tickles. Don't ask how but it does."

Six raised an eyebrow. "What does?"

Without realizing it, he ran a finger over the spot again.

Holiday's full on laughing and wiggling now. Dammit.

"Siiiix. That does. Stop. Haha."

He smirked. Aha, so that was the ticklish spot.

To be honest, he didn't even know she could be ticklish in chakram form.

"Good thing it doesn't hit your funny bone in the middle of a fight," he comments as he resumes sharpening her blades.

She didn't either. This whole thing was still pretty new.

"Thank goodness. That wouldn't go well."

"You'd certainly have one strange reputation," Six said with a serious tone. "A Weapon that laughs as she tears through foes. Sounds slightly psychotic."

And now he was making fun of her.

She laughed again. "At least they'd fear me right up to the point where they figured out what was going on."

He gave a light chuckle at that, lifting her up to look at the blade he was working on again. Satisfied, he started rubbing that blade down to clean off any excess metal shavings. Unlike with normal blades, she never seemed to wear down with sharpening. It seemed like her edges worked like fingernails in that the metal grew back between "trimmings".

Maybe that was the reason her nails always looked so gorgeous once he was done. Perhaps Six should find a new line of work.

She internally stretched and rested while he finished up, enjoying what was left of the feeling before he was done. It wasn't weird.

The "sixth deadliest manicurist" didn't have the same ring to it. Though perhaps when he was considered to be too old and gray for mercenary-style work, he could take a look at that possibility.

Or, depending how long they were stuck here, he could open up a shop for Weapon maintenance.

Huh. There were some possibilities.

He took his time going over each blade, paying close attention to make sure she would be at nothing less than her very best. Once the outer blades were finished, he moved on into the internal edges of the chakram just behind the four main blades.

"Mmmmmm." He didn't finish when she thought he did and she enjoyed that very much. If she were human, she'd be melting right now. "You're good at this."

No, it's not weird, stop.

"I don't believe in doing something halfway," he told her. "Besides, it makes sense to make sure your weapon is at its best. Especially in this case when your Weapon is literally your partner."

He continued sharpening those inner edges. The next time they went out to practice or on a mission, their targets were going to be in for a rude surprise.

She smiled. "I have a feeling others would kill for a Meister like you." Though, she had to wonder what sorts of things Six did with her that other Meisters didn't do with their Weapons. Bah, like it mattered.

"Still, I'm only one half of this party. I should have been doing more for you ages ago." Like when he saved Beverly, for instance. If she could only cook!

... Okay, that massages was going to be in his near future just to make her feel better.

"When I'm old and gray, nice to know I have a possible future as an in-demand Weapon massage therapist." He smirked.

He took the cleaning cloth and started polishing her.

"You've done more than you think you have, Holiday."

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