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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 4:01 pm
What did Tea mean, the problem?
Oh, was it the whole feed-dead-birds thing?
Might be, because Tea obviously wasn't a necromancer so he wouldn't know about dead birds and their tendancy to eat anythingeverythingfourtimestheirbodyweight s he wouldn't get it. Though there were times that even Zix --walking zombie encyclopedia-- wondered why reanimated birds ate. None of the booksjournalsarticles he'd read ever mentioned why they did, just that they did.
And they became strangely omnivorous in death if they didn't get fed.
And Zix did not want to have to cut open his birds and remove all the dead flesh --the only things they couldn't digest-- from their stomachs again. It was just so messy to do that all the time.
And Zix would have probably explained that if he hadn't bee enjoying so much imagining the annoyed look on Tea's face. Because surely there would be one. Since the first time they'd met, Tea seemed annoyed with Zix. Oh, sure, Zix had taken Tea's papers, but that was no excuse.
It was probably a perfectly valid excuse, but he wasn't going to admit that.
The soft pokeprodtouch on his side was encouraging. At least Tea touched him somewhat willingly --even if invisible coercing wasn't really willing-- even though it had been his shoe and not actual Tea personskin. But oh well. If he had the chance, he'd work on that whole no-touching thing.
Watery-eyed --crocidile tears, such a wnderful ace-in-the-hole-- he looked up at Tea, the whole image somehow saying that any wrong word wold have tears just cascading down his face and wouldn't that be a shame?
"Really?" he asked, then quickly scrambled to his feet before Tea could respond --before Tea could change his mind-- wiping at his eyes with his sleeve.
"That's goood..." he mumbled, slightly studying Tea's expression --annoyed just like he thought but something else there too-- before turning to the lunchlady person and giving her a bright but still slightly watery --can't turn those fake tears off immediately, you know-- smile.
"Nene, can I have a bag of granola? Like this big?" He held his arms out just to the sides of his body, measuring the size of a bag that a normal person would cringe at having to lift. For a long moment, the lady just stared --not unlike everyone else-- before turning and wandering off in a sort of stunned daze.
Might be glad to just get rid of him.
Oh well, at least he'd have something to give his birds. Before they ate all his precious corpses.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 4:34 pm
Stupid stupid annoying cryingthing.
One day, one day Tea would find a way to somehow remove the tear-ducts from all humans. All humans. Crying was annoying and annoying and.. and it was somehow worse on Zix.
The tanned male gave another sort of annoyed puff of breath, moving back a pace behind him as the necromancer gave a sort of wateryteary smile and scrambled to his feet and why was he feeling guilty Tea shouldn't shouldn't feel guilty because it none of it was his fault it was all of it was Zix's so Tea had not one reason to ever ever feel bad about the other's tears and--
He silentlyquietly muttered under his breath, dark eyes still narrowed still annoyed still watching Zix. Why the 'really?'? Tea had said yes, no? And if Tea said yes, he meant yes. Most of the time. "Yes, really."
Tea wasn't going to say it, no. Of course not. He hadn't meant to say those words at all. Not in that tone. It was --however grudgingly done-- quiet and meek and agreeable --as much as Tea could sound like it-- and Tea hadn't meant to say it like that at all. He was going to say something more scathing something annoyed something angry something something else entirely different than.. than that.
He was going crazy. Tea just knew it. Any moment now he would start laughing or crying or having a major breakdown. Didn't people who had emotional breakdown cry and laugh at the same time too? That was so weird just like Zix because Zix was weird but not that weird because it was kind of funnyamusingsomethingsomething--
Tea shook his head slightly, not liking the turn that his thoughts were taking --it was only just the headache; nothing else-- and resorted to glaring at all the other people --the ones who were still left anyway-- who were staring at either him or at Zix --some at both-- and planning horrible horrible deaths accidentally happening to them while they were going about doing various sort of work and it would be fun--
"I hope you are carrying that." A sort of huffy muttering was directed at the necromancer, as the assistant shifted his weight to one foot slightly. The faster they get this done, the faster they could come back here and eat food.
"..." A glance at the clock.
Might have to be dinner too, after all.
..Dammit.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 6:55 pm
Zix glanced back at Tea briefly, the two words sound...different than he wuld have thought them spoken. Here he had been expecting some sort of...of biting sarcasticness, only Tea had said 'yes, really' in a...a not biting sarcasticness. And there was that ever present curiosity --why say them like that, why not snap them out like normal?-- but for once Zix just bit down on the words and turned back to the counter.
He didn't know why, but he didn't want to really ask why Tea's words had sounded different.
Humming slightly under his breath --hopefully not loud enough to annoy Tea --any more annoying Tea and Tea might get...like, really annoyedpissed at him-- the necromancer laced his fingers together on top of his head, eyes roaming over the assorted people in the cafeteria.
Most had gone back to their food, but a few were still staring, though their gazes seemed to hurry back to their food as Tea's glare swept over them. The watchers were either waiting for something else --what else? Were they that entertaining?-- or were just curious about the strange man in boots that no one had ever seen before.
Well, except for, like, four people. Or so. Inculding Tea.
People simply didn't come to the morgue in their free time. That was all. And any dead bodies the people produced were left outside, so they never actually came in. Which meant that, to most everyne here, he was a complete and total stranger.
Kind of fun, really, but so lon--
No. Don't let his thughts trail that way. Those were unhappydepressedbad sorts of thought, and he had given up baddarkhateangerdepressed feelings years ago, so he just had to not think anything like that. Focus on the now which was happybrightfun and everything would be fine.
His face flickered marginally before settling back into his brightbrighthappy sort of smile, giving Tea a cheery grin before turning to the counter as the lady pushed a trolley thing in with the bag he'd requested on top. One of those burlap potato bags that held a hundred potatos. Full of what was probably granola, and maybe something else if lunchladies knew anything more suitable for birds to eat.
With a happy lift to his humming, he went up to the counter and leaned forward, grabbing the bag up and pulling it across before she could strain herself and try to lift it. She'd probably filled it up on the cart, if he had to guess.
"Can I pay for this later?" Zix questioned brightly, hefting the bag into a more carryable position. The lady just gave him a blank puzzled sort of stare like she was trying to figure him out, before just nodding slightly and turning to look at another lunchlady.
Good good. He could probably scrounge up some cashchangecoinspennies when he got back to the morgue, and one of these days he would find out where they sent his paycheck and maybe he could use that to pay for the granola crunchy bits --he could tell they were crunchy bits because it felt like they were, even though burlap.
He turned back toward Tea, giving another brightbrighthappynotdepressed smile. "We go now?" he asked, all previous tears --fake or not-- forgotten. He was going to feed his birds and save his corpses, no need to feel saddepressedbad.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 12:42 pm
Chou didn't have it.
The reptilian's glance flickered so very briefly from Chou's face to the assistantdoctorpersonthing seemingly looming above them, all of a sudden realizing --too late too late should have seen that before but so disctracted prettyshinypinkChouness distracted-- that the other did not have the familiar silverysomething metal tag.
It was usually in the form of a choker or a necklace around the experiments' necks, but Elis, being.. not quite normal, had to resort to getting his ear clipped with it, the choice being either that or being strangled to death very surely and painfully whenever he changed. Much like a cow. He thought rather cynically, and had shown his displeasure accordingly. The assistant who had done it would forever have a prominent mark to prove it. Very prominent.
He had lost his index finger, after all.
The assistant shifted his weight ever so often, eyes darting from between the two crouched experiments on the floor. The green one.. He had seem him around. Maybe. At least, he knew that whatever itthing was, it had been around here for some time. It even had the registration tag, dangling like a shiny silver ornament from his left ear. So that was alright; it was supposed to be here, even though he should probably get the number off the experiment and maybe tell one of the scientists that it had been running rampant around the corridors.
However, the matter at hand was.. His eyes slid over to the other, more delicate figure of the pink experiment, lips pursingcurling up oh so slightly. "And who are you?"
Elis didn't like that grin, didn't like it.
In fact, he didn't like the assistantdoctorpersonthing, full stop. He didn't like him, not one bit. And he was most very certainly not letting the personthing take Chou away. He was.. Chou was...
Because Chou made the shinyglitterthings, and Elis liked the shinyglitterthings and if the personthing took Chou awayaway, then it would be god knows how long till Elis saw Chou again and by that time they could do something to him and maybe Chou won't come back, maybe they'd send him away and Elis wouldn't have the nicepinkshiny glitterstuff anymore and he wouldn't have Chou. And he didn't like it.
And if he didn't like it, he always let them know.
"I'm 563Y." The reptilian replied, cutting off any other possible words that the otherpersonthing might have spoken. Somehow, somehow, Elis wanted him to go away and not talk to Chou because Chou was shaking --he could tell; his hands were shaking and that usually meant that he was shaking shaking and not just his hands-- and Elis didn't like it so the personthing assistantwhatever had to go. "I was just going to go to the ID office." A little shrugging motion went completely unnoticed, obscured by the happysmilingsharp flash of canines at the standing male above them.
Don't come closer.
After all, Elis really didn't want to have to go into confinement again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 4:45 pm
He was just tired. Tired and hungry and enough of those two to start losing control and stop being so annoyed. He was going sluggish from.. from overloading, if that could be called that. There should have been a.. a better word to describe how Tea was right now, but he just couldn't think up one. But besides all that, that was the only reason that Tea wasn't feeling particularly not-sarcastic towards the necromancer.
The only reason. Nothing else.
And just why did he have to remind himself --convincing was more like it.. Shutup-- of the reason? That just didn't make sense; none of these made sense. Maybe he was coming down with something, after all. That's it. He was sick. He'll just ditch the other male as soon as possible --after taking him along yet again to the morgue; hopefully Zix had enough sense of the direction to find his own way back to the cafeteria-- and just go to his room and take some pills and sleep.
Tea casually glanced around at the others, unconsciously mirroring the necromancer's movement. They were still staring. And some of those people he even vaguely knew already. And.. and just why were they grinning like that? Tea's frown deepened, and he let out a soft annoyedtired sigh.
Screw eating for today. He was going to bed.
His gaze turned back to the necromancer's form, blinking only slightly in somethingsurprisesomething as Zix's faceeyesexpression flickered oh-so-very slightly so very slightly with.. with something, something that Tea couldn't quite catch but it didn't seem right on Zix, just like it had been before out in the corridors maybekindofsimilar the same wrong sort of something that just didn't suit Zix at all because Zix should be happybrightannoying not like this.. this wrongsomething because this Tea knew maybekindof he knew this he knew and it was bad and it wasn't right on Zix and god, what was he thinking?!
Hoping that all that random zoning-out went completely unnoticed --Tea was sure it did; the lady with the sack of birdfood seemed to have occupied Zix's attention long enough-- the tanned assistant slipped the bottle of aspirin --he should definitely take that sometime soon-- into one of the pockets of his gown, smoothing down the folds afterwards.
Everybody seemed rather stunned by the entire 'oh-I'm-so-depressed-and-helpless-crying' to the 'happy-happy-happy-happy' turnover of the necromancer, and Tea almost felt a bemused sort of something creep up into his face before he stopped abruptly, turning and walking towards the doors that they had just walked into barely five minutes ago without giving a glance at the necromancer. "--Yes."
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 7:27 pm
Breathe…
Just breathe and don’t panic and everything would be fine. Elis would handle everything all fine and it would be good and not bad and…and if Elis did it right Chou wouldn't even have to say anything so…so it would be fine and
Don’t let him touch me.
He didn’t…Chou didn’t want to hurt anyone, nonono, hurting people was bad, especially if it was on purpose. He had…he had broken Yamagawa-sama but that had been on accident so it hadn’t been as bad as if he had tried breaking Yamagawa-sama on purpose.
But if the mandoctrpersonthing touched him, he...he would and he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to hurt anyone he just wanted…Chou just wanted…to…
What did he want?
He…
Whatever it was, it was not with the doctorperson, so…so he couldn’t go with the doctorperson. If he went with the doctorperson, if the doctorperson took Chou away, then Chou would never get…get what he wanted, whatever it wasmightbecouldbe. And…and whatever it was, Chou did want it, and he wouldn’t be able to have it if he was taken away, so he had to stay and--
Flickerflash wineredstrawberry don’t let Dark Chou come out go away doctorman just go away pleasepleaseplease…
Swallowing, the faerie didn’t move --don’t movethinkbreathe be wallpaper-- gaze trained on the glittery sort of lock his hands made with Elis’. Because Elis’ hands all wrapped around his own was so good. More reassuring than anything because it meant that Elis was still here and Elis was still touching Chou and not gone away Elis was here and hadn’t let the doctorperson take him away. Even if it was just for this momentminutesecond he was still here.
And if Chou wasn’t alone if Elis was here then it would be fine. Because Elis…Elis knew how this place worked since Elis had lived here so he had to know what it was like here what the rules are. So he knew how to deal with the doctorperson and Chou didn’t so Chou would let Elis deal with it.
And…and if he let Elis deal with it Elis could make the doctorperson go away and then the doctorperson wouldn’t take Chou away and it would be fine. So long as Elis said the right thing and kept the doctorperson’s attention away from Chou so Chou could continue being wallpaper and the doctorperson wouldn’t take him away and everything would be fine if he stayed with Elis so…
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:00 am
“I like that.”
Had he been…less occupied, Zanis might have said something terribly sarcastic like “Oh, that’s specific.” But having his teethtonguelips bitingnibbling at Butter’s ear made it quite near impossible to say anything at all. So all that came out was a sort of acknowledging murmurmoan thing that he wasn’t quite sure if he liked making. It sounded funny and he couldn’t quite recall ever making something like that sound.
It was just…funny. Not in a funny-haha way, but a funny-weird way.
Because Zanis didn’t make sounds like that. Oh, he made evil laughing sort of sounds and a few time he might have growled but that was only because Zix could be such an idiot at times and went much too slowly an didn’t listen when Zanis told him not to.
Besides, it sounded much to much like a happy sound to suit him. Happy sounds were bad because that meant that he in turn felt happy, and feeling happy simply wasn’t acceptable. Feeling happy hurt.
Even if it maybe didn’t hurt quite so much right this momentsecond in time, Zanis could feel that dull ache starting up in his chest, and he just knew what that feeling signified. And a major part of him was telling him that he should move away and send Butter away before that ache could morph and transform into anything bigger because we just know what happens when it gets bigger, don’t we? And did Zanis really want the feelings to get any bigger?
No, he admitted to himself, liptongueteeth trailing down the side of the zombie’s neck.
No, he didn’t want the feelings to get bigger.
But he didn’t move away.
He just quietly let himself be pulled forward as Butter shifted and they slid marginally closer together and he getaway just mumbled something softcalmreassuring because Butter’s hands were shaking and shaking meant that they were nervous or cold or scared. And Zanis was pretty sure there wasn’t such a thing as ‘too cold’ for a zombie, so it couldn’t be that. Which would, by elimination, mean that Butter was scared or nervous or maybe both but why would he be? Why would Butter be scarednervous around Zanis?
Because Zanis hadn’t actually done anything that bad to Butter. Nothing that should make him scarednervous around Zanis, at least.
And there was something decidedly unappealing about the idea that Butter might be scarednervous around Zanis. He just…he didn’t like it, was all. No real reason, just didn’t at all want to think about that fact that utter might not like being around him. Because…because people who were scarednervous around Zanis didn’t want to be around Zanis and…
And he just didn’t like that.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 1:14 pm
He had.. He had never liked before.
Butter's gazehand slid through the dark locks again, eyes flickering slightly as the light caught the doctor's hair and made it shine briefly, and it was so strange so so very strange that he had even said he liked it, that he liked anythingeverything at all because he couldn't feel, they always always told him that he couldn't feel couldn't feel happy couldn't feel cold couldn't feel good couldn't just couldn't because he was dead and it was so so very wrong to feel when you're dead.
But he felt that. And it wasn't hurt, it wasn't pain it wasn't anything bad it was a notbad feeling and..
Another shotsparklesomething of.. of notbadfeeling trickled down his spine again, pastthrough nerves that wasn't there shouldn't be there because he was dead but he still felt it, felt the notpainful almostmaybesomehow pleasant feelshivershudder go through his body at the feel of other's teethlipstonguebreathwarm on his ear the nice low voice the somethingnothing murmuringsomething and howhowhowhowhowhow could he feel if he was dead it was so wrong so confusing none of it made sense so strange--
And it was.
It was definitely a shivershudder that he felt just then when Zanis movedmoved oh so very slightly --it was so funnyweirdnew how all of a sudden every single thing Zanis did Butter could feelhearseaknow-- and it was definitely somethingmaybe so close to being a good feeling --but what was a good feeling whathowwhywhy him-- feeling the nibblesomething teethwarmth suddenly so close so fast so warm trailing down his neck and his chestbody seemed too tight too warm and he wanted out away from the warmthheathotburningwet lipstongue because it was too hot and it was so strange because he didn't didn't move away.
Butter knew he should, he should move away because it was usually always a badbadbadbad feeling bad things happened when he was so close too close to something warmhotliving and he could feel the sharpstinging pain as his skin turnedburned red and it hurt so Butter should go leave Zanis because Zanis was living and livingthings always hurt deadthings and it just wasn't right but..
..But why was he gasping when he didn't even need to breath?
And whywhen had he tightened his grip on Zanis' hairhand?
And just why did he want more?
"Don't," Butter's head tilted back, eyes blinking at the suddenstrangeweirdbrightlightfeelingsomething. "Don't stop."
Because whatever this feelingstrangeneed was, Butter.. Butter liked it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:54 pm
The male's eyes narrowed slightly, looking a little taken aback by the wide, almost sinister looking grin made all the more disturbing by the sheer cheerfulness and the light gleam of the sharp canines that the green experiment displayed. He almost took a step back under the dark jade gaze, but stopped himself in time, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he searched the two experiments' forms with more caution. "ID office?"
"Hai," another brightbrightbrightbright grin and an invisible imperceptible squeezetightening of hands around the other's, and Elis' gaze slid innocently from the assistant to the pink experiment, before focusing back again. He suppressed the snickergrin from rising up at the slight hesitationflicker in the other's eyes. Nor had he missed the slight shifting of body stepping back before the assistant stopped himself.
It was all going well.
The reptilian shrugged again, the glitters scattered along his arms and shoulders catching the light again at the sinuous motion Don't make him too intimidated. That would only reverse the effect and make him more dangerous. And that would be bad because.. because he could feel how scared Chou was --showing scared was bad-- and.. and Elis didn't want the manpersonthing to scare Chou so he had to go away quickly and.. and..
A blur of red caught the corner of his eye and the reptilian craned his neck to one side slightly, the grin immediately changing --strange, how a small shift in face muscle could change the mood so drastically-- from a vaguely feralmenacingdangerous to one of actual brightbrightcheeryness. Thank god, someone of authority. Having a doctor to deal with an annoying assistant was so much better than doing it himself. Especially if he was one Elis had known for.. well, for ever. "Good afternoon, doctor! I haven't seen you for so loooooong.."
Elis had been here even before Armand was, after all.
Even though he looked more than slightly panicky, of course.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:57 pm
"Okay!" Zix said happily, meandering across the cafeteria back to the door. He paused ever so briefly in the doorframe, giving a cheery sort of wave to all the people who were still watching, and a wave to all the people who weren't, then vanished throught the door into the hall after the dark-haired assisstant.
"Sorry 'bout this," he chirped, not sounding in any way sorry at all. "Stealing you from your food and everything." It slipped his mind that he had been going for food with Tea too. For a man so used to thinking about food, it was amazing how one little thing could make the food just slip away from his thoughts.
But of course, his birds were important. Muchmuch more important than food. Because his birds were the only people he could count on here. Even if everyone else in the whole wide complex vanished and just left Zix there, his birdies would still be there to peck at his eyesfacearms until he scattered food across the floor.
Ah, yes, bird love.
That reminded him, he needed to go take a walk later today and see if there were any new specimens he could add to his aviary menagerie. He hadn't gone out on a walk for a while now, and his pets probably wouldn't mind another one being added to the group. After he fed them, of course. Otherwise they wouldn't want to go anywhere with him, unless he bribed them with something other and better than granola. Maybe...maybe little bits of meat the cafeteria people didn't use in the meals. He'd have to check.
Because even the little sparrows turned a little carnivorous when they died.
Weird, huh? Maybe that's why they kept trying to take chunks out of his ears...
Humming happily, the necromancer followed Tea down the hall, steps lightbrighthappy justlikealwayshewas. Because Zix was not in any way feeling down or sad about anything nonono, he was happy just like always.
Funny how it sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
He wasn't.
At least...he didn't think he was...
Oh well. Tea would take him back to the morgue and he would feed his birds and he'd really be happy then and there wouldn't be any need to convince himself, even though he wasn't quite sure if he was really convincing himself. Because having his birds maul his facearms with their sharpsharp little beaksclaws always made him feel better. Strange as it was.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:22 pm
There was a slightslightslight flickerwaver of a smile that twitched at the corners of Chou's mouth at the smalltinyslightnearlynotthere squeezetightening of Elis' hands. It was good, it meant that there was Elis and Elis was here and Elis being here was good, sososo very good and even if it didn'twasn't brighthappyhappy right this very momentsecond at least Elis was here so that was good.
So long as Elis was here and the doctorperson hadn't taken him away it was good.
And what was an eye-dee?
"Good afternoon, doctor!"
Chou's head whipped around so fast that his hair arched out and whapped Elis square in the face --which he would have immediately apologized for, had he not been so relieved at the sight of redredredhair brightredYamagawa-samahair so it was good. Goodgoodgood because Yamagawa-sama was here and could make the baddoctorpersonthing go away and not touch Chou and make Chou hurt him. Chou didn't like the baddoctorperson but Yamagawa-sama would make it better, because he was a doctorperson too so it would be fine.
As an afterthought, his body twisted around to complete the impossibly far rotation his head had made so his neck wouldn't snap, and since he was still clutching Elis' hands like a lifeline, this caused some disruption in his perch. Which meant halfway through the turn he lost his balance and pertty much fell in the huge pile of glitter resting in Elis' coat between the two experiments, shooting up a bit of a glittery cloud into the air. And when the dust settled...
Well, Chou was pretty much in Elis' lap, still clutching the other's hands, and they were both covered with glitter and there was a bit of mess in the immediate areabits of hall as the glitter settled down on the floorceilingwalls and it was just everywhere. And there was one was flickerflash of winered as a thin coat of the shimmersparkly pieces settle over the tips of the baddoctorperson's shoes, but somehow there wasn't that earlier fearworryshaking because Yamagawa-sama was here. And he would make the baddoctorperson go away and it would be fine everything would be fine and he could always make more glitter for Elis because it would just be a hassle to scrape it all off the wallsfloorceiling and it would be fine.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:55 pm
Hopefully the entire kitchen duty staff ladies were on some kind of shifts; then he could just.. just not go to lunch for a while. A long while. Very long while. In fact, he might just give the whole 'cafeteria' thing a miss, even. The food was just so-and-so, and the price was crap, and the taste was rock-bottom, and..
And fine. He didn't want to set foot in there ever again after what just happened. Maybe he could go out and get some groceries and start cooking his meals. It wasn't like he couldn't cook anyway. Being in a household with one-to-hundred male-to-female ratio did that to you. But.. But it would be.. He would be alone. Not that he minded, exactly, but sometimes, it just got too quiet and too cold..
No. Bad thoughts.
Those thoughts were bad. You know what happened last time. Don't let it happen again. You can't afford to let it happen again. It's just too risky. Don't think that.
Tea stole a quick glance over his shoulder at the necromancer; yep, he was still here. Pity. He could have just turned a wrong corner or got crushed under the weight of the burlap bag. Then Tea could just.. go to his room.. and sleep. He needed sleep. "...It's fine." The assistant absently brought one of his hands to his temple, pressing his fingers down on it. Yes, definitely sleep. His voice sounded tired, even to him. Too late now; Zix must have heard it already. "--Just fine."
Maybe he could call in sick; just for that half-day. But it would mean crossing a good part of the entire length of the block to get to some form of any working office and explain and get a pass and sign forms and it was all so complicated and Tea just wasn't in the mood for any paperworks today. He didn't have the energy.
..Running around for his papers from 5 in the morning probably didn't help either.
Which meant that all this eventually led to being Zix's fault.
"..." And strange, because even that thought didn't irritate Tea like it bloody well should have. There was some, but compared to the blindingburning sort of annoyance that he had felt previously, it was right next to living in one house as Nothing. Tea paused his steps slightly, body half-turning towards the necromancer and eyes sliding from the other's face down to the bag. "--You okay?"
And of course Tea wasn't concerned. He wasn't worriedfeelinganything at all for the necromancer, nor was he feeling any kind of.. of anythingsomethingnothing at the strangeweird sort of brightness that Zix was displaying which just seemed so wrong and strange and.. and in general not right and things being not right were bad.
But Tea wasn't concerned. Not at all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 12:56 pm
"Ha~ai," Zix said happily, a teenytinyalmostunnoticeable twinge of surprise in the word. Either he was hallucinating or Tea was feeling funny. Because Tea had asked if he was okay. Tea. Tea-who-had-tried-to-kill-him. Tea-who-didn't-like-him. That Tea. And...and it was almost caring sortofmaybenotreally, but it was Tea so why would Tea be caring about Zix because...because Tea didn't like Zix whywhywhy?
Then the thoughtworryflickerflash stumbled across his face and he almost dropped the bag as his step faltered and what if Tea was asking about before? Before when he had flickerflashed with darkbad thoughts and what if Tea had seen what if Zix hadn't covered them up quickly enough and Tea had seen thing what if that was what he was asking?
Tea could...should Tea should don't ask that...!
Pulling himself back together, he forced his brighthappyness back up, smiling over at the assisstant. "Ne, I'm just fine." He was Zix was fine he wasn't anything badnotokay because he needed to be finehappybright so he was and he would be and when they got back to the morgue it would be even better because he would be able to...to feel happyrealbrightness because his birds were his family and...and family always made him feel better always made him feel happier and he wouldn't have to try and keep Tea from asking about Zix being not happy because Tea couldn't ask that.
Curiously, the necromancer blinked, head tilting slightly to one side as he studied Tea's face,a worried sort of flashflicker sliding across his own features. "...are you okay?" he questioned, shifting the bag slightly. If Tea wasn't okay then he should...should go and get something something to help something to make him feel better and that wouldn't be with Zix because Zix didn't have things to make people feel better --the aspirin didn't count, it wasn't even his-- and if Tea was feeling not good he should go and feel better and Zix would be fine on his own.
After all, if he wandered, he'd have to eventually come across someone who knew where the morgue was.
"If you feel nasty you can go...get better," he offered, shifting the bag again. What did people do to feel better when they felt nasty? Sleep? Eat? Drink? Something? Surely not lead around lost doctorpeople so the doctorperson could feed his dead birds. No, that didn't sound very productive to making nasty feelings go away. That seemed the type of thing to make the nasty feelings get worse.
Zix knew what his personality could do to people who didn't like it.
And he reaaaaaally didn't want to grate on Tea's nerves to the point where the other male got completely sick because of him. And it would be even worse if Tea blamed him for gettingsickfeelingnasty.
Even though it was all pretty much his fault, he didn't want Tea to blame him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 2:09 pm
His family were all so open.
That had been the first difference that Tea encountered in here, in Metamorphoses. Everythinganythingeveryone here, they were.. they were so reserved, hidden, so.. so closed in seemingly like a darkdarkshutdoor and it had been --and still was-- so.. so disconcerting, somewhat, to look into mirrors and see a blankblankcarefulmasked faceeyes looking back at him. His family hadn't been like this; rather, they were more like Zix.. well, the cheerfulhappyannoying one, anyway.
And that strangeweird flickerflashsomething across the necromancer's face just now, just now when Tea had asked if he was okay, that.. that just wasn't right. It just didn't seem right on.. on Zix. Tea wasn't quite sure just how, but.. but he didn't like it, and he didn't like himself for not liking it because after all he didn't like Zix and it wasn't like he cared about him anyways so he shouldn't be worrying about the flickerflashsomethingness. Right?
"...Hn." Tea just gave Zix another brief glanceglare, dark eyes unreadable and feeling a little more than slightly put-off by the unnecessary internal argument-bullying-monologue-thing earlier. That was completely uncalled for. Tea shouldn't even have asked Zix if he was feeling fine because because Tea wasn't worried and besides, that beforething, that beforething of flickerflashworrypanicky look that flitted across the necromancer's face, that spoke volumes about.. about this, really.
So fine, if Zix didn't didn't want Tea to be worr--he wasn't worried! If Zix didn't want Tea to ask, then it was fine. Tea wouldn't. Not because Zix didn't want him to, but because Tea didn't care. And he didn't.
"...are you okay?"
Tea blinked, his train of thought --don'tcare-don'tcare-don'tcare-don'tcare-don't-- momentarily broken by the other's worriedsomethingmaybenot question, eyes refocusing sharply on the necromancer's features and lips pursing into a set line. Really, this was just so so not right. First Zix doesn't want Tea to be notworried merely curioussomething and he didn't want Tea to ask him if he was okay, and now here he was, being a complete hypocrite and asking Tea if he was alright.
A slight, barely-heard annoyed sort of sigh, and the tanned assistant crossed his arms. "If I wasn't fine, I wouldn't bother staying around with you."
And he was fine. There was no need for Zix to be so.. so concerned with it. Because it made the entire business all of a sudden slightly more than slightly awkward for no reason whatsoever and Tea didn't like feeling awkward, and he had only felt awkward only once and that hadn't boded all too well for him in the past.
It was only the stupid headache.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:23 pm
"Good afternoon, doctor!"
Yamagawa skidded to a halt barely a few metres from the three figures, almost sliding around the corner from the run, but the redhead only pausedhesitated slightly --not more than a few seconds-- just enough to catch a glimpse of pink and pale and glitter and he knew it he just knew it knew Chou would get into trouble knew it but thank god-- "Chou!"
"Gee, thanks." Muttered the reptilian, his cheeks still stinging slightly from the hair-whipping --how could he have known that hair could hurt that much?-- and blinking back water --and glitter-- from his eyes as Elis glared up at the redhead doctor. He didn't let go of the other experiment though, not even when Yamagawa dropped to his knees and stretched out his arms and-- and checked himself slightly, green gaze flickering slightly towards the assistant behind him.
Elis caught his glance, and shrugged slightly; thanks. "Not one word for little old me. It's always like this always.." The rest of the sentence was smothered into a squeakymumblesplutter as he was yet subjected to a mouthful of Chou's hair-- sure, it was pink and yummy looking and pretty and shiny and shiny, but even as pretty looking as it was, Elis didn't appreciate Armand just pulling them all into a suffocatingbigpanicky hug.
"Thank god," Yamagawa whispered, voice barely heard above the annoyed muffled muttering, and he just held the two experiments closer, a hand tremblingshaking slightly where it was laid atop Chou's shoulder. He hadn't been too late. He hadn't been late. Chou wasn't hurt. Chou wasn't.. Chou was okay. And somehow it was expected that Elis would somehow be here with Chou, because.. because Elis liked shiny things and Chou was shiny and besides, Elis knew this place muchmuchmuch more, much better than he himself will and.. and Chou was safe.
Pulling away slightly, the redhead searched the pink experiment's face, eyes flickering slightly behind the glasses. "Are you.. Are you okay?"
Elis just gave the assistant --slightly dumbfounded, more than surprised-- a cheekycheerful grin. "I think, doctor, you should make good of your promise and take us to the ID office so Chou could get his tag.." And get rid of that annoyingpersonthing.
Because there was no one else that Elis could possibly trust around here except the elderly doctor --he just happened to be on a long-deserved holiday to Bahamas-- and Armand.
And it was simply so much better to have a doctor on your side, than have no one at all.
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