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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[sentiments]

[GOD DAMN YOU, OLD MAN. Barnaby nudges his shoulder. Ssh.]

[wildest]

[Do not interrupt his whining it's very therapeutic.]

But you prooomised... nooo, Bunnyyy, why'd ya get more 'n me... only papa can have Kaede chocolates, 'cause... chocolates, for papa... yer not papaaa...

[sentiments]

[N U D G E. He's tempted to wake the old man up, because this is ridiculous. After all, why should he be the only one working?]

[wildest]

[Stop moving him around so much wow, let him make an idiot of himself in peace. All the nudging eventually shifts over to his dream which causes Kotetsu to push back against Barnaby with his side, and he even tries to pull his hand up to use it too... except that's the hand they're both holding.]

Bunny, leggo... playin' dirty... sore loser... jerk.... yer gonna get more fat on alla them chocolates...

[sentiments]

[What was that, a bump back? And with Kotetsu's moving, especially trying to reveal the fact that they were caught in this infernal hand-holding, Barnaby just lets go of the book to shove Kotetsu awake.]

I'm not even eating chocolates. Old man, wake up.

[wildest]

[Kotetsu snaps awake in a second and looks in every direction he can get his eyes on to figure out who the heck is talking to him about chocolates. In the presence tense. Good grammar.]

Hwuh? Hah? ...oh, Bunny! --wait, why are you holding my... [When his eyes drop down to where their joined hands are slightly peeking out from under the table, he somehow seems to calm down. Because Barnaby has such a gentle touch I mean what.]

Oh yeah.

[sentiments]

Why would you ask that? This is your fault, you know.

[Barnaby turned back to his article, though he didn't seem to stop there.]

I can't believe I've been put in this situation with you. You shouldn't eat things you find just lying about, chocolate or otherwise.

[wildest]

[After letting out a loud yawn, Kotetsu rubbed at the back of his head, kind of baffled at why he was getting chewed out over some innocent hand-holding.]

'cause I forgot? I fell asleep! But how's it my fault? I didn't know chocolate was gonna do this! [He squeezed at their hands for emphasis.] But, it's not like it's all that bad. It'll probably go away in a couple minutes... or hours. Eventually!

[sentiments]

You shouldn't have eaten it.

[Sorry, but Barnaby doesn't mean what he says... much.] You shouldn't have convinced me to eat it either. It's ridiculous. All of this.

[Page... flip. With a sigh, he shakes his head.] ...I didn't mean that.

[wildest]

[Kotetsu just sits there, staring, unsure of what the heck his partner's issue is. He can understand him being all pissy about the chocolates and the hand-holding but, why would he say things he doesn't mean? Is it his way of trying to make sure he's not upset? But he's not. Now he's just confused.]

...uh, sorry then? I mean I just thought they were regular chocolates, and it's Valentine's Day. I wasn't even expecting any, so I kinda thought they were like one of those free samples they leave at your front door, but like, more festive.

[sentiments]

[With a sigh, Barnaby just shakes his head and looks back at the book. Of course Kotetsu ate them, they were there. They were just... possessed. Barnaby couldn't blame him for that.]

I didn't mean to say that.

[wildest]

[And the staring continues. This was either a very vague apology, or... or..... Kotetsu didn't know. So maybe it's not even worth discussing further. Perfect.]

Nah, don't worry about it! It's just sorta frustrating and everything. I promise I won't get in the way of you... reading books, and stuff. And I won't sleep on you again either! Promise! Hell, if you want a nap you can take one right now! [A pat of his shoulder with his free hand for emphasis.] Only fair, right?

[sentiments]

[Ssh, just accept the vague apology. Looking up at Kotetsu, he just sighs and shakes his head.]

That's a ridiculous offer. Anyway, just wait patiently for another half hour and we can head on patrol.

[wildest]

[No you must be honest with your best buddyyy. Kotetsu visibly sulks while he slips a little further down into his seat.]

But half an hour's too long... can't we walk around for five minutes? Or ten? Eight? Eight's a good number.

[sentiments]

[He's being disgustingly honest, and he hates it.]

Eight's just a number like any other. Please be quiet.

[wildest]

[Rude. Time to sulk like a 10 year old for half an hour then.

Oh what are we kidding, he's not going to last five minutes.]

[sentiments]

[Annoooyyyiing. Barnaby doesn't want to be attached to a sulking adult for even more than five minutes.]

...Would you care for something to read to pass the time?

[wildest]

[Wow fine, Kotetsu doesn't want to be attached to... to... some four-eyed loser for more than five minutes. OH SICK BURN.]

I'd kinda rather just do something but... uh, yeah? I guess. What's on the rec list?

[sentiments]

[Wow. He is so hurt.] Well, I'm reading case files from previous incidents in the city. If you don't want those, there's also a magazine or the newspaper.

[wildest]

[Abloo bloo.]

Newspaper! Magazines are usually a big hit or miss. Besides, with the whole death theme this city has I'm pretty sure the magazine ads have got the same thing goin' for them and I kiiinda wanna avoid that. Just a little.

[sentiments]

...Would you care for a case file?

[He's reading about witches. If you're interested in any of that.]

[wildest]

Newspaper or bust.

[He'll have none of your creepy witches, tyvm.]