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Tyler Durden ([personal profile] tyler_gone) wrote2009-04-09 02:53 pm

Office #18, Wednesday Afternoon

After a busy morning of work with junior detectives, investigations and interrogations, "Fred" was on his hands and knees looking for clues under the desk in Mr. Durden's office -- and, jeepers, it wasn't much of an office unless you really liked flowers -- when the bite wore off. He suddenly remembered he was in fact Mr. Durden, sat up, and hit his head.

That gave him one excuse to curse a blue streak. The crazy-lady flowers that he saw when he reluctantly popped out from under the desk provided another.

Whatever Ino was trying to say with flowers, she sure was verbose with it. He tore off the neckerchief and wondered if he really had to keep the flowers around until they died.

[OOC: Mostly a linkdrop, but open, sure!]
shiroi_tiger: (Killing You With His Brain)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"And playing along meant letting me kiss you?" Nathan's deadpan look was hard at work, here. "Well, apparently, it worked."

Clearly.
shiroi_tiger: (Bitter)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Not if I get to him first, you won't."

Really. Nathan was going to make that hit list. And Fraser's name would be at the top, in bold letters, written in human blood.
shiroi_tiger: (Hrmph)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you know what you can do right now, Tyler?"

Nathan didn't ask for much, really. He was standing there in a purple dress, and his brain hated him, and he was resisting the urge to leap over the death to strangle Tyler just about as much as he was resisting the urge to run down the hallway, hunt down the Mountie, and make him eat his own Stetson.
shiroi_tiger: (Is that so?)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Actually, that had been exactly what Nathan was about to ask for. Okay, he hated Tyler substantially less right now as he reached for the bag.

"Thank you."

Fraser, however, was still a dead man.
shiroi_tiger: (The Almighty Eyebrow)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nathan was already ravaging the gym bag for its contents. Pants. Pants? Oh, sweet, beautiful pants.

"You've got the TA giving you flowers, now?" That earned a quirk of one eyebrow.
shiroi_tiger: (Intent)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't going to ask. He wasn't going to ask. He wasn't.

"What message are all of these supposed to convey, exactly?"

He asked.
shiroi_tiger: (BitchPlease)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, best of luck to you at that," Nathan decided. "Because I don't think I'm going to be hunting down anyone in our class until next week, when my contract requires that I have to."

...

"Which would work perfectly, if I hadn't signed up to supervise the dance tomorrow while I was... Out of sorts."
shiroi_tiger: (Picture If You Can)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Not if we kill him," Nathan added. Hopefully.

Please? Could they? It could be fun.
shiroi_tiger: (BitchPlease)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Too easy," Nathan decided. "He should probably suffer, first."

A pause for consideration.

"Gremlin venom overdose."
shiroi_tiger: (Concede)

[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-04-10 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"He's a member of law enforcement," Nathan pointed out. "He ought to know that rule well enough."

First, they could tie him to a chair. And then they could bribe every gremlin they came across with promises of... whatever it was that gremlins liked. Aside from biting them. And then they would sit back and enjoy.