Watabe

Kjrp ✴︎🪻✴︎

[watabe-bli]

Name: Watabe Hakaku (渡部破格)

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 31 (September 23)

Status: Alive

Occupation: Medical director

Location: Battery City

Languages: English, Japanese, JSL, and ASL.

↑ Him in Tomodachi Life ↑

I'm Max, They/It. I will not tolerate godmodding, nor will I tolerate any rudeness. I'm here to have fun.

(I also do @bli-ren, @bullet-pop-kjrp, and @detective-woods)

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[metal-mercury]

the smile doesn't leave his face. "well, of course i'm staying ! you can't eat on your own now, can you?" his smile stays, but his gaze becomes more pointed "can you?" it becomes less of a question and more of a statement. he's not budging.

"well, come on - sit down! join me." he pauses, smile only widening "i don't bite!"

[watabe-bli]

"I... suppose not.." He slowly sits back down, his own gaze staying averted enough he almost misses the subtle change in Mercury's eyes.

"Okay.." He mumbles, not giving an ounce of a fight. "Just.... nevermind." The subject is promptly dropped, and he takes a small, hesitant bite of his food.

[metal-mercury]

he watches his every move, smile not once faltering. he doesn't take a single bite of his food, not even considering it. as if it doesn't exist in front of him. "so... busy day?"

[watabe-bli]

"It always is... today I'm checking the budget." He looks over at a clipboard of papers, the top one only partially filled out. It seems he got sidetracked.

"... Are you going to eat..?"

[metal-mercury]

"oh, that sounds very interesting! tell me more." he tilts his head to the side, imitating innocence. he smile plastered on his face twitches upon the question "ah... yes... exterminator training works up quite the appetite!" he glances down at his food, poking around it with his fork, before taking a hesitant bite.

[watabe-bli]

"I'm.. just making sure there's enough money to support the hospital..? I wouldn't really consider it interesting." Watabe adjusts his glasses, his confusion on Mercury's reaction evident.

He glances at Mercury's plate, then his own. "What about training? That sounds more interesting than budgeting.."

[metal-mercury]

he nods his head enthusiastically, mimicking interest. though, the vacant look in his eyes show that he isnt really paying attention.

he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes with the arrival of a question, taking another small bite, stalling from having to answer. "ah... well, you know. nothing too special!"

he's quick to change the subject "so. . . heard from any more... killjoys?" he asks this question almost as if he's accusing him - trying to dig up more things he can use against watabe.

[watabe-bli]

"Oh.. I see.." Watabe trails off, the awkwardness in the room almost suffocating.

At the question the spoon that was poking at his food goes still, his head dropping slightly. "No, I haven't. I've been working all day anyway."

[metal-mercury]

mercury tilts his head, as if he's trying to figure out the person in front of him like he's some sort of puzzle he needs to crack "hm... is that so?" he takes a moment, thriving off the awkward tension he's intentionally creating.

"haven't used your radio at all?..." his eyes wander over to the radio on the table, looking at it expectantly as if on cue it's going to crackle to life and somehow prove that watabe is involved in some sort of killjoy scheme.

[watabe-bli]

"No. I don't enjoy using it, either. It should have come with a manual." He takes a spoonful of food, cutting himself from saying any more. He'd rather not say something that might get him accused again.

"Anyways..." He trails off, catching the faint smell of cigarette smoke on Mercury. Since his last visit he's added a small "No smoking symbol" sign next to his nameplate. "Don't you have work..?"

[metal-mercury]

he frowns subtlety, not satisfied with the answer. he huffs under his breath, running out of things to get watabe in trouble for.

mercury absolutely reeks of smoke. he picked up the habit whilst he was in the re-education centre. no medication they gave him would calm his severe panic attacks, so they turned to something more . . . addictive. as an experiment. despite the amount of write-ups he's gotten from smoking in the building, he hasn't stopped. he's just gotten better at hiding it. though, not today it seems. his smile returns as if it never left to answer the question "hm... is it that time already?"

he glances up at the clock in the corner, he has five minutes remaining out of his thirty minute lunch break. although, lunch ending isn't going to rid watabe of him.

"work can wait, can't it? i'm sure my boss will understand that i'm spending time with my new-found friend!"

[watabe-bli]

He props his head up with one hand, the other still picking at his food with his spoon. "Yes... and my lunch break is almost over.."

Watabe tries to mask a slight frown. "I.. would rather you not get in trouble. I know extermination can be rather strict."

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[metal-mercury]

the smile doesn't leave his face. "well, of course i'm staying ! you can't eat on your own now, can you?" his smile stays, but his gaze becomes more pointed "can you?" it becomes less of a question and more of a statement. he's not budging.

"well, come on - sit down! join me." he pauses, smile only widening "i don't bite!"

[watabe-bli]

"I... suppose not.." He slowly sits back down, his own gaze staying averted enough he almost misses the subtle change in Mercury's eyes.

"Okay.." He mumbles, not giving an ounce of a fight. "Just.... nevermind." The subject is promptly dropped, and he takes a small, hesitant bite of his food.

[metal-mercury]

he watches his every move, smile not once faltering. he doesn't take a single bite of his food, not even considering it. as if it doesn't exist in front of him. "so... busy day?"

[watabe-bli]

"It always is... today I'm checking the budget." He looks over at a clipboard of papers, the top one only partially filled out. It seems he got sidetracked.

"... Are you going to eat..?"

[metal-mercury]

"oh, that sounds very interesting! tell me more." he tilts his head to the side, imitating innocence. he smile plastered on his face twitches upon the question "ah... yes... exterminator training works up quite the appetite!" he glances down at his food, poking around it with his fork, before taking a hesitant bite.

[watabe-bli]

"I'm.. just making sure there's enough money to support the hospital..? I wouldn't really consider it interesting." Watabe adjusts his glasses, his confusion on Mercury's reaction evident.

He glances at Mercury's plate, then his own. "What about training? That sounds more interesting than budgeting.."

[metal-mercury]

he nods his head enthusiastically, mimicking interest. though, the vacant look in his eyes show that he isnt really paying attention.

he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes with the arrival of a question, taking another small bite, stalling from having to answer. "ah... well, you know. nothing too special!"

he's quick to change the subject "so. . . heard from any more... killjoys?" he asks this question almost as if he's accusing him - trying to dig up more things he can use against watabe.

[watabe-bli]

"Oh.. I see.." Watabe trails off, the awkwardness in the room almost suffocating.

At the question the spoon that was poking at his food goes still, his head dropping slightly. "No, I haven't. I've been working all day anyway."

[metal-mercury]

mercury tilts his head, as if he's trying to figure out the person in front of him like he's some sort of puzzle he needs to crack "hm... is that so?" he takes a moment, thriving off the awkward tension he's intentionally creating.

"haven't used your radio at all?..." his eyes wander over to the radio on the table, looking at it expectantly as if on cue it's going to crackle to life and somehow prove that watabe is involved in some sort of killjoy scheme.

[watabe-bli]

"No. I don't enjoy using it, either. It should have come with a manual." He takes a spoonful of food, cutting himself from saying any more. He'd rather not say something that might get him accused again.

"Anyways..." He trails off, catching the faint smell of cigarette smoke on Mercury. Since his last visit he's added a small "No smoking symbol" sign next to his nameplate. "Don't you have work..?"

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[metal-mercury]

the smile doesn't leave his face. "well, of course i'm staying ! you can't eat on your own now, can you?" his smile stays, but his gaze becomes more pointed "can you?" it becomes less of a question and more of a statement. he's not budging.

"well, come on - sit down! join me." he pauses, smile only widening "i don't bite!"

[watabe-bli]

"I... suppose not.." He slowly sits back down, his own gaze staying averted enough he almost misses the subtle change in Mercury's eyes.

"Okay.." He mumbles, not giving an ounce of a fight. "Just.... nevermind." The subject is promptly dropped, and he takes a small, hesitant bite of his food.

[metal-mercury]

he watches his every move, smile not once faltering. he doesn't take a single bite of his food, not even considering it. as if it doesn't exist in front of him. "so... busy day?"

[watabe-bli]

"It always is... today I'm checking the budget." He looks over at a clipboard of papers, the top one only partially filled out. It seems he got sidetracked.

"... Are you going to eat..?"

[metal-mercury]

"oh, that sounds very interesting! tell me more." he tilts his head to the side, imitating innocence. he smile plastered on his face twitches upon the question "ah... yes... exterminator training works up quite the appetite!" he glances down at his food, poking around it with his fork, before taking a hesitant bite.

[watabe-bli]

"I'm.. just making sure there's enough money to support the hospital..? I wouldn't really consider it interesting." Watabe adjusts his glasses, his confusion on Mercury's reaction evident.

He glances at Mercury's plate, then his own. "What about training? That sounds more interesting than budgeting.."

[metal-mercury]

he nods his head enthusiastically, mimicking interest. though, the vacant look in his eyes show that he isnt really paying attention.

he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes with the arrival of a question, taking another small bite, stalling from having to answer. "ah... well, you know. nothing too special!"

he's quick to change the subject "so. . . heard from any more... killjoys?" he asks this question almost as if he's accusing him - trying to dig up more things he can use against watabe.

[watabe-bli]

"Oh.. I see.." Watabe trails off, the awkwardness in the room almost suffocating.

At the question the spoon that was poking at his food goes still, his head dropping slightly. "No, I haven't. I've been working all day anyway."

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[metal-mercury]

the smile doesn't leave his face. "well, of course i'm staying ! you can't eat on your own now, can you?" his smile stays, but his gaze becomes more pointed "can you?" it becomes less of a question and more of a statement. he's not budging.

"well, come on - sit down! join me." he pauses, smile only widening "i don't bite!"

[watabe-bli]

"I... suppose not.." He slowly sits back down, his own gaze staying averted enough he almost misses the subtle change in Mercury's eyes.

"Okay.." He mumbles, not giving an ounce of a fight. "Just.... nevermind." The subject is promptly dropped, and he takes a small, hesitant bite of his food.

[metal-mercury]

he watches his every move, smile not once faltering. he doesn't take a single bite of his food, not even considering it. as if it doesn't exist in front of him. "so... busy day?"

[watabe-bli]

"It always is... today I'm checking the budget." He looks over at a clipboard of papers, the top one only partially filled out. It seems he got sidetracked.

"... Are you going to eat..?"

[metal-mercury]

"oh, that sounds very interesting! tell me more." he tilts his head to the side, imitating innocence. he smile plastered on his face twitches upon the question "ah... yes... exterminator training works up quite the appetite!" he glances down at his food, poking around it with his fork, before taking a hesitant bite.

[watabe-bli]

"I'm.. just making sure there's enough money to support the hospital..? I wouldn't really consider it interesting." Watabe adjusts his glasses, his confusion on Mercury's reaction evident.

He glances at Mercury's plate, then his own. "What about training? That sounds more interesting than budgeting.."

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[metal-mercury]

the smile doesn't leave his face. "well, of course i'm staying ! you can't eat on your own now, can you?" his smile stays, but his gaze becomes more pointed "can you?" it becomes less of a question and more of a statement. he's not budging.

"well, come on - sit down! join me." he pauses, smile only widening "i don't bite!"

[watabe-bli]

"I... suppose not.." He slowly sits back down, his own gaze staying averted enough he almost misses the subtle change in Mercury's eyes.

"Okay.." He mumbles, not giving an ounce of a fight. "Just.... nevermind." The subject is promptly dropped, and he takes a small, hesitant bite of his food.

[metal-mercury]

he watches his every move, smile not once faltering. he doesn't take a single bite of his food, not even considering it. as if it doesn't exist in front of him. "so... busy day?"

[watabe-bli]

"It always is... today I'm checking the budget." He looks over at a clipboard of papers, the top one only partially filled out. It seems he got sidetracked.

"... Are you going to eat..?"

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[metal-mercury]

the smile doesn't leave his face. "well, of course i'm staying ! you can't eat on your own now, can you?" his smile stays, but his gaze becomes more pointed "can you?" it becomes less of a question and more of a statement. he's not budging.

"well, come on - sit down! join me." he pauses, smile only widening "i don't bite!"

[watabe-bli]

"I... suppose not.." He slowly sits back down, his own gaze staying averted enough he almost misses the subtle change in Mercury's eyes.

"Okay.." He mumbles, not giving an ounce of a fight. "Just.... nevermind." The subject is promptly dropped, and he takes a small, hesitant bite of his food.

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[metal-mercury]

mercury doesn't let watabe finish his sentence before he kicks open the door, holding two trays of food from the cafeteria. he wears a wide, almost uncanny smile on his face "hey! i was starting to get worried about you - didn't see you down at the cafeteria, so i figured i should come and check on you!" he casually struts his shit on over to the desk, putting the trays down. he plops down in a chair. "you need fuel to keep that smart brain of yours running!"

[watabe-bli]

Watabe jumps, standing up from his desk chair. He folds his hands in front of him, trying to look composed again.

"Oh, well, I usually eat in here.. but...... thank you..?" He looks down at the floor. Saying he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement "... do you plan on staying in here?"

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[metal-mercury]

. . .

theres some more silence, then, a quiet yet confident knock on the door.

[watabe-bli]

(He startles, setting the radio back down on his desk. There's a moment of hesitation, since he wasn't expecting anyone)

Come in..?

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[metal-mercury]

. . .

[watabe-bli]

... Hm? Is someone there?

(Quiet clattering of things being put away, then the radio being picked up)

Is this on?

[watabe-bli]

(Quiet, incoherent mumbling)

[watabe-bli]

🥞

. . .

:-)

……….?

[metal-mercury]

The door to Watabe's office slowly opens, and he quickly peers out into hallway like he's actively trying to avoid socializing. He doesn't notice anyone else around, so he shuts the door behind him, bag hanging at his side, and checks to make sure he has his keys.

"I know they're in here.."

@watabe-bli

a trail of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, peering at his coworker from behind the shield of shadow. he takes another drag from his cigarette, calmly clearing his throat as he holds up the keys that watabe is looking for - the faint sound of the keys chiming together fill the room.

"so disorganised..." he tuts in disapproval, spinning the keys around his finger as he leans further back against the wall "...and yet, in such a hurry? have somewhere to be? that's certainly a first..."

[watabe-bli]

Watabe startles, back hitting the door behind him. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh.. did I drop those somewhere..?" He gives what's probably the world's weakest smile and holds his hand out to take his keys. "…Um. Do you have an appointment..? My shift just ended.."

[metal-mercury]

he takes another drag before pointedly blowing smoke towards watabe, whilst purposely holding the keys up out of his reach. "you answer my question first, watabe." he says the name with venom behind it, staring at the person in front of him as if he's nothing but a mere piece of gum under his shoe. "what were you doing in there?" he nods his head towards the now vacant office "i heard some... interesting things... care to explain?"

[watabe-bli]

He frantically tries to fan the smoke away, other arm coming up to cover his nose and mouth. "Please don't blow that in my direction.." At the way his name is said he tries to back away even further.

"It was just radio chatter, really. You know killjoys.. they're never quiet. …May I have my keys now?"

[metal-mercury]

he completely ignores this as he takes another drag, looking watabe up and down suspiciously "...talking to killjoys, huh? i bet our boss would love to hear that..." a smug look is plastered on his face, one that seems to never come off. "and who gave you the authority to do that, hm? talk to killjoys?" he continues to hold the keys out of reach.

[watabe-bli]

"No! I wasn't a part of the conversation!" He puts a hand over his mouth, frame trembling slightly like he's trying to stifle something. "I don't-.. I wasn't! My radio is off! Just- just give me my keys... can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

[metal-mercury]

he mockingly frowns "leaving so soon? i don't see any reason why we can't talk now..." he stomps out the last of his cigarette on the clean floor of the building "you weren't part of the conversation, huh? hmm... i'm not sure if i believe that..." he leans in, trying his best to intimidate

"are you... lying? that's not a good look for you... i wonder how all of this would look on a report..." he pauses, pretending to think "hm... do you think... termination would be appropriate an appropriate course of action for these offenses?..." he plays with the keys with one of his hands now "hmm... I might have to go and consult some of the higher-ups about this..."

[watabe-bli]

He hangs his head, hand going up a bit behind him to settle on the doorknob. The door locks from the inside, so if he can be quick…

"No! Please..." He takes a sharp breath. "What do you want from me? Is it money? Because I don't have much to spare right now.."

[metal-mercury]

his smirk deepens, amused by the scene that's playing out. "hm? what do i want? why, i want nothing at all! what makes you think that?" he says this, but the glint in his eye says otherwise. "what i want... hm... what i want..." the mockingly says this to himself, pretending to think. he twirls the keys around, the mellow blue light from the almost-set sun catching the silver, reflecting on the floor of the room.

his eyes wander back to the person in front of him "i want the truth. what business do you have talking to a killjoy?" he tilts his head, eyes not leaving him. a predator stalking its prey.

[watabe-bli]

"I.. don't have any business. I don't speak to killjoys."

He pushes the door open behind him and attempts to rush in and slam the door before the man in front of him can do anything.

[metal-mercury]

he swiftly takes a few steps forward as if he saw this coming, blocking the door with his foot. yanking the door back open, he looks at watabe with disapproval

"you're making yourself look more guilty by the second . . . so you were talking to a killjoy, hm? judging by your attitude i'd say it's most likely . . . planning to leave the city or something? perhaps i really do need to file a report - one that will put you through the process of . . . acting normal again."

[watabe-bli]

He stumbles back, looking afraid enough it might make him physically ill. Or maybe it's already making him feel ill.

"No! I love my job, I wouldn't leave it... and I am acting normal! You're... you're the one harassing me! Aren't you supposed to protect people in the city?"

[metal-mercury]

"i am protecting the people in the city - protecting them from people like you, who mess around with killjoys." he glares at him now, "so... what will it be? you telling me the truth, or getting a write-up and possibly... termination? or even re-education if they find you to be a valuable asset . . . i doubt it, though. people like you can easily be replaced..."

[watabe-bli]

He stares at the floor, being completely backed into a corner. He coughs into his sleeve, his other hand coming up to his chest.

Eventually Watabe sighs and leans against his desk. "I.. said I'm not permitted to speak to killjoys, and he said some weird things. That's all. Now, can I ask why you're really doing this..?"

[metal-mercury]

his smug look falters for a moment, suspiciously looking at watabe as he coughs. ". . .i see . . ." he frowns, "killjoys always say weird things - they're fucked in the brain. but how did a killjoy manage to break through the waves and communicate with you? were you doing something you... weren't supposed to?" it seems as if he's trying to look for any possible way or excuse he can use to get watabe in trouble. as if the one he has already isn't enough. he ignores the question watabe asks him and continues, "i didn't think you were the kind of person to break rules, hm?"

[watabe-bli]

"I don't know. I don't usually use the radio I keep on my desk." He takes a deep breath, trying his hardest to find a way to calm himself and the man in front of him. "I'm not. This won't happen again… sir. Please, just let me leave."

[metal-mercury]

he tilts his head, considering this. he could let him get off free but... wheres the fun in that? he thinks to himself. his smirk reappears easily, as if it never left his face "hmm... what's in it for me? letting you go with no consequences? it'd be too easy if you ask me . . ." he pauses, asking the question he's been slyly avoiding "who was the killjoy you were talking to? . . . did you even bother to try and track their location? . . . - of course, so we can get rid of them so they won't cause any other . . . disturbances."

[watabe-bli]

"What? I thought you said..." He trails off, then sighs. "What do you want?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, I didn't. And.. I didn't get his name. I'm sorry."

[metal-mercury]

he sighs, beginning to get bored. "what i want, is none of your business. you don't have much to give anyway . . . but . . . let's keep this between us, hm? i don't want you to lose your job... but i have to do what i must... that is unless you can be of some use to me . . . medical has access to certain documents, correct?" he frowns, "next time there's a killjoy on the radio, do your job probably, yeah?"

[watabe-bli]

"I.. I can be useful.. next time I'll write whatever information I can get down..." He continues to hang his head, his sulking cut short by another coughing fit—this time worse. It takes him slightly longer to recover this time. "I'll do my job. May I have my keys back now?"

[metal-mercury]

he scoffs, mumbling a word that sounds a lot like "pathetic" under his breath. he lets the keys fall, dropping them on the floor before stepping back and standing up straight. "good." he glares at the person who is almost cowering in front of him "know your place, watabe." he takes the box of cigarettes out of his pocket, taking one out and lighting it up. his eyes don't leave the person in front of him the whole time.

[watabe-bli]

".... thank you." There's a moment of hesitation before he crouches to pick up his keys, which he tucks safely into his pocket. He stands, briefly making a face of distaste. "Please don't smoke in my office."

[metal-mercury]

he frowns, clearly not liking being told what to do. he doesn't put it out, merely stares at the other in response as if he's daring him to do something about it. he steps out of the doorway, scoffing "how about you get out of my sight? . . . you should run before i reconsider taking action on that report we were discussing earlier..."

[watabe-bli]

"Fine.." He shakes his head slightly in annoyance, but fixes up his desk and turns off his office light. Then he uses one of the keys on his keyring to lock the door.

"… Have a good day." He looks down and speed-walks away.

[metal-mercury]

he watches watabe walk off, being left alone in the hallway. his hands tremble without meaning to, breath shaking for no reason, all because of that familiar voice that belonged to a killjoy. his frown deepens, mentally cussing out his coworker for not bothering to get a name or coordinates. how the hell did watabe even get a job in the first place? he thinks to himself. despite all this, he's not done with him. he'll just have to continue this conversation tomorrow.

it seems he's found himself a new "friend".

[metal-mercury]

The door to Watabe's office slowly opens, and he quickly peers out into hallway like he's actively trying to avoid socializing. He doesn't notice anyone else around, so he shuts the door behind him, bag hanging at his side, and checks to make sure he has his keys.

"I know they're in here.."

@watabe-bli

a trail of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, peering at his coworker from behind the shield of shadow. he takes another drag from his cigarette, calmly clearing his throat as he holds up the keys that watabe is looking for - the faint sound of the keys chiming together fill the room.

"so disorganised..." he tuts in disapproval, spinning the keys around his finger as he leans further back against the wall "...and yet, in such a hurry? have somewhere to be? that's certainly a first..."

[watabe-bli]

Watabe startles, back hitting the door behind him. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh.. did I drop those somewhere..?" He gives what's probably the world's weakest smile and holds his hand out to take his keys. "…Um. Do you have an appointment..? My shift just ended.."

[metal-mercury]

he takes another drag before pointedly blowing smoke towards watabe, whilst purposely holding the keys up out of his reach. "you answer my question first, watabe." he says the name with venom behind it, staring at the person in front of him as if he's nothing but a mere piece of gum under his shoe. "what were you doing in there?" he nods his head towards the now vacant office "i heard some... interesting things... care to explain?"

[watabe-bli]

He frantically tries to fan the smoke away, other arm coming up to cover his nose and mouth. "Please don't blow that in my direction.." At the way his name is said he tries to back away even further.

"It was just radio chatter, really. You know killjoys.. they're never quiet. …May I have my keys now?"

[metal-mercury]

he completely ignores this as he takes another drag, looking watabe up and down suspiciously "...talking to killjoys, huh? i bet our boss would love to hear that..." a smug look is plastered on his face, one that seems to never come off. "and who gave you the authority to do that, hm? talk to killjoys?" he continues to hold the keys out of reach.

[watabe-bli]

"No! I wasn't a part of the conversation!" He puts a hand over his mouth, frame trembling slightly like he's trying to stifle something. "I don't-.. I wasn't! My radio is off! Just- just give me my keys... can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

[metal-mercury]

he mockingly frowns "leaving so soon? i don't see any reason why we can't talk now..." he stomps out the last of his cigarette on the clean floor of the building "you weren't part of the conversation, huh? hmm... i'm not sure if i believe that..." he leans in, trying his best to intimidate

"are you... lying? that's not a good look for you... i wonder how all of this would look on a report..." he pauses, pretending to think "hm... do you think... termination would be appropriate an appropriate course of action for these offenses?..." he plays with the keys with one of his hands now "hmm... I might have to go and consult some of the higher-ups about this..."

[watabe-bli]

He hangs his head, hand going up a bit behind him to settle on the doorknob. The door locks from the inside, so if he can be quick…

"No! Please..." He takes a sharp breath. "What do you want from me? Is it money? Because I don't have much to spare right now.."

[metal-mercury]

his smirk deepens, amused by the scene that's playing out. "hm? what do i want? why, i want nothing at all! what makes you think that?" he says this, but the glint in his eye says otherwise. "what i want... hm... what i want..." the mockingly says this to himself, pretending to think. he twirls the keys around, the mellow blue light from the almost-set sun catching the silver, reflecting on the floor of the room.

his eyes wander back to the person in front of him "i want the truth. what business do you have talking to a killjoy?" he tilts his head, eyes not leaving him. a predator stalking its prey.

[watabe-bli]

"I.. don't have any business. I don't speak to killjoys."

He pushes the door open behind him and attempts to rush in and slam the door before the man in front of him can do anything.

[metal-mercury]

he swiftly takes a few steps forward as if he saw this coming, blocking the door with his foot. yanking the door back open, he looks at watabe with disapproval

"you're making yourself look more guilty by the second . . . so you were talking to a killjoy, hm? judging by your attitude i'd say it's most likely . . . planning to leave the city or something? perhaps i really do need to file a report - one that will put you through the process of . . . acting normal again."

[watabe-bli]

He stumbles back, looking afraid enough it might make him physically ill. Or maybe it's already making him feel ill.

"No! I love my job, I wouldn't leave it... and I am acting normal! You're... you're the one harassing me! Aren't you supposed to protect people in the city?"

[metal-mercury]

"i am protecting the people in the city - protecting them from people like you, who mess around with killjoys." he glares at him now, "so... what will it be? you telling me the truth, or getting a write-up and possibly... termination? or even re-education if they find you to be a valuable asset . . . i doubt it, though. people like you can easily be replaced..."

[watabe-bli]

He stares at the floor, being completely backed into a corner. He coughs into his sleeve, his other hand coming up to his chest.

Eventually Watabe sighs and leans against his desk. "I.. said I'm not permitted to speak to killjoys, and he said some weird things. That's all. Now, can I ask why you're really doing this..?"

[metal-mercury]

his smug look falters for a moment, suspiciously looking at watabe as he coughs. ". . .i see . . ." he frowns, "killjoys always say weird things - they're fucked in the brain. but how did a killjoy manage to break through the waves and communicate with you? were you doing something you... weren't supposed to?" it seems as if he's trying to look for any possible way or excuse he can use to get watabe in trouble. as if the one he has already isn't enough. he ignores the question watabe asks him and continues, "i didn't think you were the kind of person to break rules, hm?"

[watabe-bli]

"I don't know. I don't usually use the radio I keep on my desk." He takes a deep breath, trying his hardest to find a way to calm himself and the man in front of him. "I'm not. This won't happen again… sir. Please, just let me leave."

[metal-mercury]

he tilts his head, considering this. he could let him get off free but... wheres the fun in that? he thinks to himself. his smirk reappears easily, as if it never left his face "hmm... what's in it for me? letting you go with no consequences? it'd be too easy if you ask me . . ." he pauses, asking the question he's been slyly avoiding "who was the killjoy you were talking to? . . . did you even bother to try and track their location? . . . - of course, so we can get rid of them so they won't cause any other . . . disturbances."

[watabe-bli]

"What? I thought you said..." He trails off, then sighs. "What do you want?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, I didn't. And.. I didn't get his name. I'm sorry."

[metal-mercury]

he sighs, beginning to get bored. "what i want, is none of your business. you don't have much to give anyway . . . but . . . let's keep this between us, hm? i don't want you to lose your job... but i have to do what i must... that is unless you can be of some use to me . . . medical has access to certain documents, correct?" he frowns, "next time there's a killjoy on the radio, do your job probably, yeah?"

[watabe-bli]

"I.. I can be useful.. next time I'll write whatever information I can get down..." He continues to hang his head, his sulking cut short by another coughing fit—this time worse. It takes him slightly longer to recover this time. "I'll do my job. May I have my keys back now?"

[metal-mercury]

he scoffs, mumbling a word that sounds a lot like "pathetic" under his breath. he lets the keys fall, dropping them on the floor before stepping back and standing up straight. "good." he glares at the person who is almost cowering in front of him "know your place, watabe." he takes the box of cigarettes out of his pocket, taking one out and lighting it up. his eyes don't leave the person in front of him the whole time.

[watabe-bli]

".... thank you." There's a moment of hesitation before he crouches to pick up his keys, which he tucks safely into his pocket. He stands, briefly making a face of distaste. "Please don't smoke in my office."

[metal-mercury]

he frowns, clearly not liking being told what to do. he doesn't put it out, merely stares at the other in response as if he's daring him to do something about it. he steps out of the doorway, scoffing "how about you get out of my sight? . . . you should run before i reconsider taking action on that report we were discussing earlier..."

[watabe-bli]

"Fine.." He shakes his head slightly in annoyance, but fixes up his desk and turns off his office light. Then he uses one of the keys on his keyring to lock the door.

"… Have a good day." He looks down and speed-walks away.

[metal-mercury]

The door to Watabe's office slowly opens, and he quickly peers out into hallway like he's actively trying to avoid socializing. He doesn't notice anyone else around, so he shuts the door behind him, bag hanging at his side, and checks to make sure he has his keys.

"I know they're in here.."

@watabe-bli

a trail of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, peering at his coworker from behind the shield of shadow. he takes another drag from his cigarette, calmly clearing his throat as he holds up the keys that watabe is looking for - the faint sound of the keys chiming together fill the room.

"so disorganised..." he tuts in disapproval, spinning the keys around his finger as he leans further back against the wall "...and yet, in such a hurry? have somewhere to be? that's certainly a first..."

[watabe-bli]

Watabe startles, back hitting the door behind him. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh.. did I drop those somewhere..?" He gives what's probably the world's weakest smile and holds his hand out to take his keys. "…Um. Do you have an appointment..? My shift just ended.."

[metal-mercury]

he takes another drag before pointedly blowing smoke towards watabe, whilst purposely holding the keys up out of his reach. "you answer my question first, watabe." he says the name with venom behind it, staring at the person in front of him as if he's nothing but a mere piece of gum under his shoe. "what were you doing in there?" he nods his head towards the now vacant office "i heard some... interesting things... care to explain?"

[watabe-bli]

He frantically tries to fan the smoke away, other arm coming up to cover his nose and mouth. "Please don't blow that in my direction.." At the way his name is said he tries to back away even further.

"It was just radio chatter, really. You know killjoys.. they're never quiet. …May I have my keys now?"

[metal-mercury]

he completely ignores this as he takes another drag, looking watabe up and down suspiciously "...talking to killjoys, huh? i bet our boss would love to hear that..." a smug look is plastered on his face, one that seems to never come off. "and who gave you the authority to do that, hm? talk to killjoys?" he continues to hold the keys out of reach.

[watabe-bli]

"No! I wasn't a part of the conversation!" He puts a hand over his mouth, frame trembling slightly like he's trying to stifle something. "I don't-.. I wasn't! My radio is off! Just- just give me my keys... can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

[metal-mercury]

he mockingly frowns "leaving so soon? i don't see any reason why we can't talk now..." he stomps out the last of his cigarette on the clean floor of the building "you weren't part of the conversation, huh? hmm... i'm not sure if i believe that..." he leans in, trying his best to intimidate

"are you... lying? that's not a good look for you... i wonder how all of this would look on a report..." he pauses, pretending to think "hm... do you think... termination would be appropriate an appropriate course of action for these offenses?..." he plays with the keys with one of his hands now "hmm... I might have to go and consult some of the higher-ups about this..."

[watabe-bli]

He hangs his head, hand going up a bit behind him to settle on the doorknob. The door locks from the inside, so if he can be quick…

"No! Please..." He takes a sharp breath. "What do you want from me? Is it money? Because I don't have much to spare right now.."

[metal-mercury]

his smirk deepens, amused by the scene that's playing out. "hm? what do i want? why, i want nothing at all! what makes you think that?" he says this, but the glint in his eye says otherwise. "what i want... hm... what i want..." the mockingly says this to himself, pretending to think. he twirls the keys around, the mellow blue light from the almost-set sun catching the silver, reflecting on the floor of the room.

his eyes wander back to the person in front of him "i want the truth. what business do you have talking to a killjoy?" he tilts his head, eyes not leaving him. a predator stalking its prey.

[watabe-bli]

"I.. don't have any business. I don't speak to killjoys."

He pushes the door open behind him and attempts to rush in and slam the door before the man in front of him can do anything.

[metal-mercury]

he swiftly takes a few steps forward as if he saw this coming, blocking the door with his foot. yanking the door back open, he looks at watabe with disapproval

"you're making yourself look more guilty by the second . . . so you were talking to a killjoy, hm? judging by your attitude i'd say it's most likely . . . planning to leave the city or something? perhaps i really do need to file a report - one that will put you through the process of . . . acting normal again."

[watabe-bli]

He stumbles back, looking afraid enough it might make him physically ill. Or maybe it's already making him feel ill.

"No! I love my job, I wouldn't leave it... and I am acting normal! You're... you're the one harassing me! Aren't you supposed to protect people in the city?"

[metal-mercury]

"i am protecting the people in the city - protecting them from people like you, who mess around with killjoys." he glares at him now, "so... what will it be? you telling me the truth, or getting a write-up and possibly... termination? or even re-education if they find you to be a valuable asset . . . i doubt it, though. people like you can easily be replaced..."

[watabe-bli]

He stares at the floor, being completely backed into a corner. He coughs into his sleeve, his other hand coming up to his chest.

Eventually Watabe sighs and leans against his desk. "I.. said I'm not permitted to speak to killjoys, and he said some weird things. That's all. Now, can I ask why you're really doing this..?"

[metal-mercury]

his smug look falters for a moment, suspiciously looking at watabe as he coughs. ". . .i see . . ." he frowns, "killjoys always say weird things - they're fucked in the brain. but how did a killjoy manage to break through the waves and communicate with you? were you doing something you... weren't supposed to?" it seems as if he's trying to look for any possible way or excuse he can use to get watabe in trouble. as if the one he has already isn't enough. he ignores the question watabe asks him and continues, "i didn't think you were the kind of person to break rules, hm?"

[watabe-bli]

"I don't know. I don't usually use the radio I keep on my desk." He takes a deep breath, trying his hardest to find a way to calm himself and the man in front of him. "I'm not. This won't happen again… sir. Please, just let me leave."

[metal-mercury]

he tilts his head, considering this. he could let him get off free but... wheres the fun in that? he thinks to himself. his smirk reappears easily, as if it never left his face "hmm... what's in it for me? letting you go with no consequences? it'd be too easy if you ask me . . ." he pauses, asking the question he's been slyly avoiding "who was the killjoy you were talking to? . . . did you even bother to try and track their location? . . . - of course, so we can get rid of them so they won't cause any other . . . disturbances."

[watabe-bli]

"What? I thought you said..." He trails off, then sighs. "What do you want?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, I didn't. And.. I didn't get his name. I'm sorry."

[metal-mercury]

he sighs, beginning to get bored. "what i want, is none of your business. you don't have much to give anyway . . . but . . . let's keep this between us, hm? i don't want you to lose your job... but i have to do what i must... that is unless you can be of some use to me . . . medical has access to certain documents, correct?" he frowns, "next time there's a killjoy on the radio, do your job probably, yeah?"

[watabe-bli]

"I.. I can be useful.. next time I'll write whatever information I can get down..." He continues to hang his head, his sulking cut short by another coughing fit—this time worse. It takes him slightly longer to recover this time. "I'll do my job. May I have my keys back now?"

[metal-mercury]

he scoffs, mumbling a word that sounds a lot like "pathetic" under his breath. he lets the keys fall, dropping them on the floor before stepping back and standing up straight. "good." he glares at the person who is almost cowering in front of him "know your place, watabe." he takes the box of cigarettes out of his pocket, taking one out and lighting it up. his eyes don't leave the person in front of him the whole time.

[watabe-bli]

".... thank you." There's a moment of hesitation before he crouches to pick up his keys, which he tucks safely into his pocket. He stands, briefly making a face of distaste. "Please don't smoke in my office."

[metal-mercury]

The door to Watabe's office slowly opens, and he quickly peers out into hallway like he's actively trying to avoid socializing. He doesn't notice anyone else around, so he shuts the door behind him, bag hanging at his side, and checks to make sure he has his keys.

"I know they're in here.."

@watabe-bli

a trail of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, peering at his coworker from behind the shield of shadow. he takes another drag from his cigarette, calmly clearing his throat as he holds up the keys that watabe is looking for - the faint sound of the keys chiming together fill the room.

"so disorganised..." he tuts in disapproval, spinning the keys around his finger as he leans further back against the wall "...and yet, in such a hurry? have somewhere to be? that's certainly a first..."

[watabe-bli]

Watabe startles, back hitting the door behind him. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh.. did I drop those somewhere..?" He gives what's probably the world's weakest smile and holds his hand out to take his keys. "…Um. Do you have an appointment..? My shift just ended.."

[metal-mercury]

he takes another drag before pointedly blowing smoke towards watabe, whilst purposely holding the keys up out of his reach. "you answer my question first, watabe." he says the name with venom behind it, staring at the person in front of him as if he's nothing but a mere piece of gum under his shoe. "what were you doing in there?" he nods his head towards the now vacant office "i heard some... interesting things... care to explain?"

[watabe-bli]

He frantically tries to fan the smoke away, other arm coming up to cover his nose and mouth. "Please don't blow that in my direction.." At the way his name is said he tries to back away even further.

"It was just radio chatter, really. You know killjoys.. they're never quiet. …May I have my keys now?"

[metal-mercury]

he completely ignores this as he takes another drag, looking watabe up and down suspiciously "...talking to killjoys, huh? i bet our boss would love to hear that..." a smug look is plastered on his face, one that seems to never come off. "and who gave you the authority to do that, hm? talk to killjoys?" he continues to hold the keys out of reach.

[watabe-bli]

"No! I wasn't a part of the conversation!" He puts a hand over his mouth, frame trembling slightly like he's trying to stifle something. "I don't-.. I wasn't! My radio is off! Just- just give me my keys... can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

[metal-mercury]

he mockingly frowns "leaving so soon? i don't see any reason why we can't talk now..." he stomps out the last of his cigarette on the clean floor of the building "you weren't part of the conversation, huh? hmm... i'm not sure if i believe that..." he leans in, trying his best to intimidate

"are you... lying? that's not a good look for you... i wonder how all of this would look on a report..." he pauses, pretending to think "hm... do you think... termination would be appropriate an appropriate course of action for these offenses?..." he plays with the keys with one of his hands now "hmm... I might have to go and consult some of the higher-ups about this..."

[watabe-bli]

He hangs his head, hand going up a bit behind him to settle on the doorknob. The door locks from the inside, so if he can be quick…

"No! Please..." He takes a sharp breath. "What do you want from me? Is it money? Because I don't have much to spare right now.."

[metal-mercury]

his smirk deepens, amused by the scene that's playing out. "hm? what do i want? why, i want nothing at all! what makes you think that?" he says this, but the glint in his eye says otherwise. "what i want... hm... what i want..." the mockingly says this to himself, pretending to think. he twirls the keys around, the mellow blue light from the almost-set sun catching the silver, reflecting on the floor of the room.

his eyes wander back to the person in front of him "i want the truth. what business do you have talking to a killjoy?" he tilts his head, eyes not leaving him. a predator stalking its prey.

[watabe-bli]

"I.. don't have any business. I don't speak to killjoys."

He pushes the door open behind him and attempts to rush in and slam the door before the man in front of him can do anything.

[metal-mercury]

he swiftly takes a few steps forward as if he saw this coming, blocking the door with his foot. yanking the door back open, he looks at watabe with disapproval

"you're making yourself look more guilty by the second . . . so you were talking to a killjoy, hm? judging by your attitude i'd say it's most likely . . . planning to leave the city or something? perhaps i really do need to file a report - one that will put you through the process of . . . acting normal again."

[watabe-bli]

He stumbles back, looking afraid enough it might make him physically ill. Or maybe it's already making him feel ill.

"No! I love my job, I wouldn't leave it... and I am acting normal! You're... you're the one harassing me! Aren't you supposed to protect people in the city?"

[metal-mercury]

"i am protecting the people in the city - protecting them from people like you, who mess around with killjoys." he glares at him now, "so... what will it be? you telling me the truth, or getting a write-up and possibly... termination? or even re-education if they find you to be a valuable asset . . . i doubt it, though. people like you can easily be replaced..."

[watabe-bli]

He stares at the floor, being completely backed into a corner. He coughs into his sleeve, his other hand coming up to his chest.

Eventually Watabe sighs and leans against his desk. "I.. said I'm not permitted to speak to killjoys, and he said some weird things. That's all. Now, can I ask why you're really doing this..?"

[metal-mercury]

his smug look falters for a moment, suspiciously looking at watabe as he coughs. ". . .i see . . ." he frowns, "killjoys always say weird things - they're fucked in the brain. but how did a killjoy manage to break through the waves and communicate with you? were you doing something you... weren't supposed to?" it seems as if he's trying to look for any possible way or excuse he can use to get watabe in trouble. as if the one he has already isn't enough. he ignores the question watabe asks him and continues, "i didn't think you were the kind of person to break rules, hm?"

[watabe-bli]

"I don't know. I don't usually use the radio I keep on my desk." He takes a deep breath, trying his hardest to find a way to calm himself and the man in front of him. "I'm not. This won't happen again… sir. Please, just let me leave."

[metal-mercury]

he tilts his head, considering this. he could let him get off free but... wheres the fun in that? he thinks to himself. his smirk reappears easily, as if it never left his face "hmm... what's in it for me? letting you go with no consequences? it'd be too easy if you ask me . . ." he pauses, asking the question he's been slyly avoiding "who was the killjoy you were talking to? . . . did you even bother to try and track their location? . . . - of course, so we can get rid of them so they won't cause any other . . . disturbances."

[watabe-bli]

"What? I thought you said..." He trails off, then sighs. "What do you want?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, I didn't. And.. I didn't get his name. I'm sorry."

[metal-mercury]

he sighs, beginning to get bored. "what i want, is none of your business. you don't have much to give anyway . . . but . . . let's keep this between us, hm? i don't want you to lose your job... but i have to do what i must... that is unless you can be of some use to me . . . medical has access to certain documents, correct?" he frowns, "next time there's a killjoy on the radio, do your job probably, yeah?"

[watabe-bli]

"I.. I can be useful.. next time I'll write whatever information I can get down..." He continues to hang his head, his sulking cut short by another coughing fit—this time worse. It takes him slightly longer to recover this time. "I'll do my job. May I have my keys back now?"

[metal-mercury]

The door to Watabe's office slowly opens, and he quickly peers out into hallway like he's actively trying to avoid socializing. He doesn't notice anyone else around, so he shuts the door behind him, bag hanging at his side, and checks to make sure he has his keys.

"I know they're in here.."

@watabe-bli

a trail of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, peering at his coworker from behind the shield of shadow. he takes another drag from his cigarette, calmly clearing his throat as he holds up the keys that watabe is looking for - the faint sound of the keys chiming together fill the room.

"so disorganised..." he tuts in disapproval, spinning the keys around his finger as he leans further back against the wall "...and yet, in such a hurry? have somewhere to be? that's certainly a first..."

[watabe-bli]

Watabe startles, back hitting the door behind him. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh.. did I drop those somewhere..?" He gives what's probably the world's weakest smile and holds his hand out to take his keys. "…Um. Do you have an appointment..? My shift just ended.."

[metal-mercury]

he takes another drag before pointedly blowing smoke towards watabe, whilst purposely holding the keys up out of his reach. "you answer my question first, watabe." he says the name with venom behind it, staring at the person in front of him as if he's nothing but a mere piece of gum under his shoe. "what were you doing in there?" he nods his head towards the now vacant office "i heard some... interesting things... care to explain?"

[watabe-bli]

He frantically tries to fan the smoke away, other arm coming up to cover his nose and mouth. "Please don't blow that in my direction.." At the way his name is said he tries to back away even further.

"It was just radio chatter, really. You know killjoys.. they're never quiet. …May I have my keys now?"

[metal-mercury]

he completely ignores this as he takes another drag, looking watabe up and down suspiciously "...talking to killjoys, huh? i bet our boss would love to hear that..." a smug look is plastered on his face, one that seems to never come off. "and who gave you the authority to do that, hm? talk to killjoys?" he continues to hold the keys out of reach.

[watabe-bli]

"No! I wasn't a part of the conversation!" He puts a hand over his mouth, frame trembling slightly like he's trying to stifle something. "I don't-.. I wasn't! My radio is off! Just- just give me my keys... can't we talk about this tomorrow?"

[metal-mercury]

he mockingly frowns "leaving so soon? i don't see any reason why we can't talk now..." he stomps out the last of his cigarette on the clean floor of the building "you weren't part of the conversation, huh? hmm... i'm not sure if i believe that..." he leans in, trying his best to intimidate

"are you... lying? that's not a good look for you... i wonder how all of this would look on a report..." he pauses, pretending to think "hm... do you think... termination would be appropriate an appropriate course of action for these offenses?..." he plays with the keys with one of his hands now "hmm... I might have to go and consult some of the higher-ups about this..."

[watabe-bli]

He hangs his head, hand going up a bit behind him to settle on the doorknob. The door locks from the inside, so if he can be quick…

"No! Please..." He takes a sharp breath. "What do you want from me? Is it money? Because I don't have much to spare right now.."

[metal-mercury]

his smirk deepens, amused by the scene that's playing out. "hm? what do i want? why, i want nothing at all! what makes you think that?" he says this, but the glint in his eye says otherwise. "what i want... hm... what i want..." the mockingly says this to himself, pretending to think. he twirls the keys around, the mellow blue light from the almost-set sun catching the silver, reflecting on the floor of the room.

his eyes wander back to the person in front of him "i want the truth. what business do you have talking to a killjoy?" he tilts his head, eyes not leaving him. a predator stalking its prey.

[watabe-bli]

"I.. don't have any business. I don't speak to killjoys."

He pushes the door open behind him and attempts to rush in and slam the door before the man in front of him can do anything.

[metal-mercury]

he swiftly takes a few steps forward as if he saw this coming, blocking the door with his foot. yanking the door back open, he looks at watabe with disapproval

"you're making yourself look more guilty by the second . . . so you were talking to a killjoy, hm? judging by your attitude i'd say it's most likely . . . planning to leave the city or something? perhaps i really do need to file a report - one that will put you through the process of . . . acting normal again."

[watabe-bli]

He stumbles back, looking afraid enough it might make him physically ill. Or maybe it's already making him feel ill.

"No! I love my job, I wouldn't leave it... and I am acting normal! You're... you're the one harassing me! Aren't you supposed to protect people in the city?"

[metal-mercury]

"i am protecting the people in the city - protecting them from people like you, who mess around with killjoys." he glares at him now, "so... what will it be? you telling me the truth, or getting a write-up and possibly... termination? or even re-education if they find you to be a valuable asset . . . i doubt it, though. people like you can easily be replaced..."

[watabe-bli]

He stares at the floor, being completely backed into a corner. He coughs into his sleeve, his other hand coming up to his chest.

Eventually Watabe sighs and leans against his desk. "I.. said I'm not permitted to speak to killjoys, and he said some weird things. That's all. Now, can I ask why you're really doing this..?"

[metal-mercury]

his smug look falters for a moment, suspiciously looking at watabe as he coughs. ". . .i see . . ." he frowns, "killjoys always say weird things - they're fucked in the brain. but how did a killjoy manage to break through the waves and communicate with you? were you doing something you... weren't supposed to?" it seems as if he's trying to look for any possible way or excuse he can use to get watabe in trouble. as if the one he has already isn't enough. he ignores the question watabe asks him and continues, "i didn't think you were the kind of person to break rules, hm?"

[watabe-bli]

"I don't know. I don't usually use the radio I keep on my desk." He takes a deep breath, trying his hardest to find a way to calm himself and the man in front of him. "I'm not. This won't happen again… sir. Please, just let me leave."

[metal-mercury]

he tilts his head, considering this. he could let him get off free but... wheres the fun in that? he thinks to himself. his smirk reappears easily, as if it never left his face "hmm... what's in it for me? letting you go with no consequences? it'd be too easy if you ask me . . ." he pauses, asking the question he's been slyly avoiding "who was the killjoy you were talking to? . . . did you even bother to try and track their location? . . . - of course, so we can get rid of them so they won't cause any other . . . disturbances."

[watabe-bli]

"What? I thought you said..." He trails off, then sighs. "What do you want?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, I didn't. And.. I didn't get his name. I'm sorry."