Beauty And the Mess Who: Hisoka(redmooncursed) and Watari (drink_this What:Short. Watari isn't all crack. When:While Watari's repairing Tetsu Where:...Wherever he's doing that. Warnings:Short script log of shortness. Watari's inconsistent accent.
Wat: *clanging around, wearing something more grease-resistant than a labcoat, hair pulled up, goggles over his glasses, wires everywhere, and swearing under his breath*
Hisoka: *Watches him silently from the doorway, obviously chewing over something but taking his time before finally speaking up* Watari?
Wat: What, bon? Speak. *a little softer than the words would have one believe, since he isn't really annoyed at Hisoka and godammit where did that blowtorch go?*
Hisoka: Who's Tatsuya?
Wat: *freezes dead, before turning slowly, pulling off his goggles and--yes, Hisoka, Watari has a srs face, try not to faint from shock.* ...He was my little brother.
Hisoka: *Looks away after a moment, hands clasped behind his back* I didn't know you had any siblings.
Wat: Well, no. *sighs, pulling around a stool and leaning against it* How much did you see, anyway?
Hisoka: *Continues looking at the floor a bit off to Watari's side* Mostly bits and pieces. Everything was all jumbled together, I could barely make sense of some of it.
Wat: *snorts* There's not much sense for any of it t' make, Hisoka. *OH GOD HE USED THE REAL NAME IT'S SRS BZNSS*
Hisoka: I . . . didn't mean to see . . . But you stopped breathing . . .
Wat: *sighs* I'm not...angry at'cha, kid. Not particularly. You did what ya thought you had t'do.
Hisoka: *Finally looks back up at him* But I know you've been shielding yourself from me.
Wat: It's not you in particular. *shrugs* It's everyone.
Hisoka: Which means that there's something that you don't want people knowing. *Looks down again* I can respect that, but I thought you should know. That I saw, even if I'm not really sure what I saw.
Wat: *scratches at his head for a moment, thinking a bit before responding* ...Is it really so strange? *and the accent disappears wut* There's no one in that office that doesn't have something to hide. Hell...it's not as if you can become a Shinigami without some sort of regret. Honestly, Hisoka...there's no one here you can tell that it'd mean anything to.
Hisoka: *Tilts his head, watching him* But you haven't told anyone.
Wat: It's no one's business. It happened in the past-there's no going back and changing it. So it doesn't matter, and I don't feel like sharing. *sharp grin, a rather cold mockery of his normal, cheerful expression*
Hisoka: *Shrugs and leans back against the wall, typical bored expression back on* Well it isn't like it's my history, so why should I bother taking the time to tell people when it's your history and your responsibility?
Wat: Which was my point. There's no one you could tell that could make any sense of what you saw...*shrugs* Can you have me the monkey wrench?
Hisoka: *Glances at it and picks up, but hesitates handing it to him* . . . Watari?
Wat: Yeah, Bon?
Hisoka: I know you weren't doing it for me . . . but thank you.
Wat: ...Don't mention it, Bon. *takes the wrench, and back to work. This time, we're adding missiles*