V-Day Means Work Day. [OPEN]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Roy and other Workaholics
Location: The DOGS Office
Rating: G for now!
Time: February 14, after training until whenever!
Description: What do you do while love is in the air and a chocolate craze has hit Death City? Work like nobody's business.



Even with all of the buzz and the excitement, Valentine's Day was just another day, wasn't it? That meant that people got up, people trained, and people went to work, especially if they happened to be employed with DOGS and the Watch.

Of course, Death City had a way of making things stop being normal pretty quickly...




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[bulletsncursing]

[Holy shit people staring! Leon stops himself and pulls himself back from acting even more like a 90's boy band member.]

Eheh... sorry 'bout that.

[sentiments]

That was quite awkward to witness.

[Not even gonna li--wait. He didn't mean to say that aloud. Um, um... Awkwardly glancing away, okay back... okay. Deep breaths.]

...Is dancing a pasttime of yours?

[bulletsncursing]

[It's okay, man. It's freaking awkward for him, too. Hell, he doesn't even have his Walkman on.]

Uh... not really. Um. It just happened.

[sentiments]

Ah.

[There's not really anything he can say to that. But he just keeps looking at him for a few seconds longer before just sighing.]

[bulletsncursing]

[And suddenly--]

QUIT PLAYIN' GAMES WITH MY HEART
Quit playin' games with my heart
... with my...

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN FROM THE START
Quit playin' games with my heart
... with my heart... with my heeeeeeart--

QUIT PLAYIN' GAAAAMES~

[And he starts doing some kind of boyband shuffle.]

[sentiments]

[That has him almost jumping back at how sudden and loud it was, and Barnaby just holds up a hand.]

Please! Calm down! You don't need to sing...

[bulletsncursing]

Fuck!

[Leon slaps his hand over his mouth.]

Shit man, I have absolutely no idea what the fuck came over me.

[sentiments]

Are... are you alright? Perhaps you should sit down...

[bulletsncursing]

No fuckin' idea, man. I just suddenly start singin' outta nowhere.

[Befuddled, he plops down on a nearby seat.]

[sentiments]

[So there was random singing, to accompany the awkward side-effects that had been caused by the day. Blurting out random thoughts, hand-holding... this...

Barnaby sighs.] I'm quite certain today is cursed.

[bulletsncursing]

Huh? Coz I'm singin'? That's pretty harsh, man.

[sentiments]

Not because of how you're singing--which is awful, but then again, so is pop music as a whole--but because this day has a lot of unnecessary and unexpected additions...

[bulletsncursing]

[Goddamn, this man is awful! Pop music is pretty fun sometimes 'kay? No use arguing if that's what he thinks, though. But that won't stop Leon from liking what he likes. Also-- he's not that bad, he thinks.]

Huh, like what?

[sentiments]

Under the table, my partner and I are hol--

[And with this, he uses his right hand to forcibly clamp over his own mouth. This secret - he really wants to try and keep it a secret! But it's not working very well, as he is literally struggling with himself over the effort.]

[bulletsncursing]

[Leon's eyebrow rises and he leans over to look under the table. The sight he sees makes a smirk pull at his lips.]

That close to him, are ya?

[sentiments]

[And there's fidgeting but there's really no way Barnaby can hide it. And since Leon asked a question, Barnaby still finds himself blurting out an answer behind his fingers.]

He's the closest person I have right now.

[Dying inside!!]

But we're not together. Just... stuck.

[bulletsncursing]

[Leon wonders if his eyebrow can touch the ceiling.]

Just stuck, huh?

[sentiments]

[He just lowers his hand. It's not like it's helping.]

...It's... it's just hand-holding. Other than that, we're not attached.

[bulletsncursing]

Hey, hand-holding can't mean nothin'. But sure, I'll take yer word as the truth.

[Leon wasn't all for being gay, anyway. The topic made his skin crawl a bit, but every time he thinks about it, his thoughts just go right back to D.]

[sentiments]

...thank you.

[Easier than he thought, or so he hopes... But he's sure he'll probably take some days off and crawl under a rock until all of this blows over.]