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@crimecourted asked:

The call started with Alice reporting to him about the recovery status of one of his injured associates. But when Iwo caught a small yawn between her words, he quickly interrupted her.

“Report aside… You’re done with work, correct?” He didn’t even wait for Alice to respond. Knowing her work ethic, he figured she took care of all her tasks by this hour of the day. “You should at least take a nap.”

Hearing Alice mention difficulty sleeping as of late, Iwo let out a sigh. He searched through his little bookshelf to take out the devotional he has been reading for the past week or so. “…Find somewhere comfortable and close your eyes. Let me read you to sleep.”

Work was always demanding regardless of the type of shift she'd been scheduled for. Her contract kept her on either 8 or 12 hour without her having to be on call because she was already on call for something else. Alice had stepped out of the hospital and was wondering where she should stop for food on her way home when the call came, quickly sending her to the other side of town.

Every now and then, her coworkers would praise her non-traditional skills when it came to emergency trauma, asking what kind of training she had when they mostly shared the same hours and similar credentials overall. She would simply smile and mention having field experience abroad. It wasn't an outright lie, she did take several specializes courses in England, but the brunt of her actual hands-on skills came from underground dealings, which very much counted as another world altogether in her book.

By the time she arrived on the scene, the patient was in a serious condition and it took her quite a while to stabilize him enough in order to get him moved to a secure location with the proper facilities. Even after that, she didn't feel comfortable leaving. Now that he was settled in and his vitals were being monitored, Alice took a moment to report to his superior, handing her phone to one of the guys who'd called her in to get in contact with whoever that was.

She wasn't expecting to recognize the voice on the other side of the call, but recovered quickly enough to explain the situation without sounding surprised. Now that the patient wasn't in danger, though, the tiredness caught up with her and a yawn snuck up inbetween her words. The doctor started apologizing, but the priest interrupted her.

Hearing Iwo so much as mentioning a nap brought a flush to her cheeks, the memory of that one time when she went to report to him personally after a double shift and fell asleep in his office coming back full force. She'd apologized profusely, of course, rambling about how soothing his voice was.

His sweet offer to help her fall asleep brought a small smile to her lips and she let the guys know she'd be resting for a bit, but to call her in case anything happened. Closing the door to the small break room in the clinic, she sat down on the sofa and scooted down a bit to give her head a better position, putting the call on speaker and sighing as she closed her eyes.

"Thank you, Watanabe-san..."

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@crimecourted asked: It was rare for Iwo to step foot into the Takahashi estate. After all, he had to maintain a certain distance to keep his association from becoming known. But after being gone for two months on a missionary trip, he was called in to report.

As he stepped out from the meeting room, he met the gaze of an unfamiliar woman. While he would normally ignore her and go about his day, he couldn’t help his intrigue.

“Oh? Might you be the new little lamb I’ve heard about?” He spoke slowly, gently, and with a smile, though he walked circles around her, carefully studying her. “A doctor, yes? Good. We needed someone to take care of the reckless fools here…”

He stopped, now directly in front of her. With a smile still plastered on his face, he bowed his head, just the slightest bit. “My name is Iwo Watanabe. If you ever wish to speak to someone about your tribulations, you can always come to me.”

Alice had eventually grown used to the fact that stepping into the Takahashi step was almost akin to a trip back in time. Within the traditional manor, with its lifted wooden floors and inner gardens, everyone who lived and worked there carried themselves with the same fluid grace period dramas tried so hard to achieve. As such, she and her clearly mixed heritage always felt a little out of place there. And it took a considerable amount of conscious effort to not trace any parallels between her childhood home when she wasn't with Ruki or Satoru.

Having arrived perhaps a bit too early, she was organizing her papers while waiting for a chance to talk to them when she looked up and saw someone she'd never seen before. Someone who looked a lot more like her than anyone else there. His soothing lilt felt at odds with how sharply his attention fell on her.

"Oh, I'm Alice Sakurazuka." She introduced herself with a smile as well, giving him a normal, neutral bow that showed respect without expressing deference. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Watanabe-san." But she was not about to take that offer anytime soon.