Office #18, Wednesday Afternoon

[tyler_gone]

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!]

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[shiroi_tiger]

Daphne's eyes slid closed, and she practically purred into the kiss. It was everything she had ever dreamt that it could be! Fred, and her, together at last. Why, she was going to have to find that Mountie again someday in order to--

-- In order to kill him. Slowly and painfully and in very creative ways.

It would be easy to tell that Nathan had returned to his right mind, because he'd gone shock-still, his eyes were wider than dinner plates, and was making a noise that, were it not muffled by Tyler's mouth, possibly resembled a yelp of horror.

[tyler_gone]

Oh, thank god. Tyler shoved at Nathan firmly, stepping out of the embrace.

"You kissed me."

[shiroi_tiger]

"You let me."

This was not denial. This was simply Nathan pointing out the fact that up until just a moment ago, he'd been absolutely batshit insane.

[tyler_gone]

"Was I supposed to punch you to stop you?"

Tyler was retreating to a far corner of the desk, now.

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan, meanwhile, was retreating off the other way, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he was wearing a dress. And pink tights. Oh, oh God.

"Yes?"

Really, this notion was not a difficult one to grasp, was it?

[tyler_gone]

Tyler blinked. "Seriously? I figured if I played along for a while you'd recover."

He hadn't counted on Daphne's persistence.

[shiroi_tiger]

"And playing along meant letting me kiss you?" Nathan's deadpan look was hard at work, here. "Well, apparently, it worked."

Clearly.

[tyler_gone]

"Please, Nathan, you practically pinned me down and raped me," Tyler said, folding his arms. "Maybe you were just using the gremlin bite to get what you wanted anyhow."

Bridge, check. Kerosene, check. Match ... struck.

"I'm going to kill Fraser."

[shiroi_tiger]

"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.

[tyler_gone]

"So at least we agree on that one," Tyler said, still staying far behind the desk. "Look, I shouldn't have kissed back. I just wasn't sure what to do."

[shiroi_tiger]

"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.

[tyler_gone]

"Die?" Tyler asked, before going over to his closet and grabbing out a gym bag. "Here. Clothing that isn't pink. I'll leave so you can change."

[shiroi_tiger]

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.

[tyler_gone]

"Anytime," Tyler said, fighting a horrible urge to giggle. "Don't touch the plants, they're some message from Ino."

His expression conveyed that the TA was at least as mysterious to him as gremlin bites.

[shiroi_tiger]

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.

[tyler_gone]

"That's what I need, a more complicated sex life," Tyler said, before he thought about the wisdom of saying that to Nathan and winced. "I dunno. She stopped in Monday to ask about the zombies and somehow it turned into 'you can say anything with flowers!'. I gave her a challenge and she met it."

With a couple hundred bucks worth of plants, it looked like.

[shiroi_tiger]

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.

[tyler_gone]

"Of course she didn't make it easy and leave a key," Tyler said, shrugging. "I have to hunt her down and ask."

[shiroi_tiger]

"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."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler looked stricken. "... I think I did too. Can Fraser enforce it if I signed Fred's name?"

[shiroi_tiger]

"Not if we kill him," Nathan added. Hopefully.

Please? Could they? It could be fun.

[tyler_gone]

"Arsenic in the coffee?" Tyler suggested.

It would be fun.

[shiroi_tiger]

"Too easy," Nathan decided. "He should probably suffer, first."

A pause for consideration.

"Gremlin venom overdose."

[tyler_gone]

"Let the punishment fit the crime," Tyler agreed, laughing.

[shiroi_tiger]

"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.