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sweetdeathWho: Asato Tsuzuki and Hisoka Kurosaki
What: Babysitting! ... Or possibly streetfighting. (Answering prayer #3)
When: February 17, 2016, after dinner
Where: A normally sleepy residential street on the Near Shore
Warnings: High odds of miscommunication, awkwardness, possible diaper changes.
[There's an icy February wind stirring old, blackened leaves in the gutters at the intersection. Even the pine trees in the gardens, still wearing their needles against the chill, look like they want to shiver.
Tsuzuki thrusts his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, hunching his shoulders up against the wind, and nods at a smeared graffiti scrawl across the nearest house's garden wall.]
Look at that! I bet it is noisy here at night.
[The prayer was up ahead, at the Ota household. There's a wine-red SUV in the driveway: the parents are home! And pretty well off, too. Tsuzuki glances over at Hisoka.]
So, what do you think? They need a night off from the baby, so we can look after her and let them go get a hotel....
[Trying to kick the local delinquents out of the alleys is gonna make more noise than leaving them to do their thing, as far as Tsuzuki can tell, and what the parents wanted was sleep.]
What: Babysitting! ... Or possibly streetfighting. (Answering prayer #3)
When: February 17, 2016, after dinner
Where: A normally sleepy residential street on the Near Shore
Warnings: High odds of miscommunication, awkwardness, possible diaper changes.
[There's an icy February wind stirring old, blackened leaves in the gutters at the intersection. Even the pine trees in the gardens, still wearing their needles against the chill, look like they want to shiver.
Tsuzuki thrusts his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, hunching his shoulders up against the wind, and nods at a smeared graffiti scrawl across the nearest house's garden wall.]
Look at that! I bet it is noisy here at night.
[The prayer was up ahead, at the Ota household. There's a wine-red SUV in the driveway: the parents are home! And pretty well off, too. Tsuzuki glances over at Hisoka.]
So, what do you think? They need a night off from the baby, so we can look after her and let them go get a hotel....
[Trying to kick the local delinquents out of the alleys is gonna make more noise than leaving them to do their thing, as far as Tsuzuki can tell, and what the parents wanted was sleep.]
