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Fuda # 1 | [video/action] AU
[Unaware that his communicator is on, Tsuzuki talks to himself. He's bored and sleepy enough not to mind. On top of his night terrors, the work at the clinic is tiring. Tsuzuki's ever so grateful he's not a surgeon, because being a nurse is exhausting enough.]
Heads, I finish the regular work without a nap. Tails, I borrow the nearest bed for an hour.
.... [He flips the coin and catches it.]
Damn.
[Humming quietly, he does the bed and fluffs the pillow. The communicator was lying on the comforter, so Tsuzuki picks it up.]
Hey, Kazutaka? Could you prescribe me some sleeping pills? I've had a lot of nightmares, and they keep me up.
Heads, I finish the regular work without a nap. Tails, I borrow the nearest bed for an hour.
.... [He flips the coin and catches it.]
Damn.
[Humming quietly, he does the bed and fluffs the pillow. The communicator was lying on the comforter, so Tsuzuki picks it up.]
Hey, Kazutaka? Could you prescribe me some sleeping pills? I've had a lot of nightmares, and they keep me up.
[Action] <33 and I need to make our log post. ..Damn, I see I failed to close a tag in last comment
Talk about feeling like being caught with the hand in the proverbial cookie jar. He laughs nervously, getting up from the chair.]
You nearly gave me a heart attack.
[Once the brief chuckle dies, Tsuzuki begins to look guilty. His latest dream involved finding Muraki dead on a bed of roses, after spending a lot of time frantically knocking on his door, trying to get in. It had shaken him up badly, but he had thought he had done well not to react to it by crying.]
Sorry about sitting there.
[Action] <3333333 I can't wait to see that log. X3
He blinks, stamps this thought into the ground and narrows his focus on reality.]
My apologies. Next time I will knock before entering my office. [There is a shard of warmth embedded in his voice before he enters the room. In order to drape his coat over his chair, he has to pass Tsuzuki. Conflicting dreams or no, he doesn't avoid him--it's not his nature to shrink--so he grazes against him with the blade of his hip. Their hands may have even brushed.]
It's not important--or anything to apologize over. [Setting his coat aside, he turns and notes the opened box of chocolates on the table.] ...Were they to your liking?
[Action] I'm writing it right now!
Yes, they were really good. Thank you, Kazutaka.
[The proximity doesn't bother him. Why should it? Nevertheless, he takes a polite step backwards once their hands comes in contact.]
I hope they weren't for Nill. -- I can get you a replacement box.
[Action] \O/
[He keeps his gaze vaguely locked on the box of chocolates for a few moments, as though he never saw it before and was trying to gather how it ended up inside his desk. He smiles a bit and turns his face.]
There's no need for that--you can have the rest even if you'd like. [Since he only started leaving chocolates in his desk when he discovered that Tsuzuki had a tendency to snoop through his things--you should've read the card, dude.] ...Though I should warn you that chocolates contain a small amount of caffeine, and might be counter-productive if you're trying to sleep.
[Action] \O/
[He stares at the sweet he's holding, wondering how something so beloved could betray him so badly. At least it's just caffeine, not something worse.]
....I still want them, though. If you were serious about letting me have them.
[The note is still in his pocket. Tsuzuki only now remembers that it's there. Eyes widening, he pulls it out to look at it.]
[Action]
It would be easier to just tell him who the chocolates were for and end the discussion, but Muraki decides to let Tsuzuki figure that out for himself as he starts to walk out of the office, expecting him to follow him.]