Not Your Usual Investigation
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao had started to notice there was something a little...weird going on in M-21's room. M-21 tended to keep his room neat - way different from Tao's organised chaos. It also made it obvious when something was out of place.
Notes: Now the cleaned up version!
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Word count: 481
Status: Complete
Tao liked going into people's rooms. Sometimes it was to drop off something he'd thought they'd like (also sometimes squirreling it away where they could find it later). Other times just to see if the person was free to chat.
The thing was, he had started to notice there was something a little...weird going on in M-21's room. M-21 tended to keep his room neat - way different from Tao's organised chaos. It also made it obvious when something was out of place.
Like the shirt.
Sometimes one of M-21's shirts was in a place it wasn't supposed to be. Which, fair enough, Tao wasn't one to judge if M-21 decided to drop his shirt on the floor and leave it there, but the shirt wasn't in a heap like it had been dropped. When it was on the floor, it was flattened out like M-21 had laid it out there. When it was on the floor.
There had been other places that Tao had found a shirt. Like that time he'd found one wedged between the cupboard doors, or draped over his bedside table. And then there was the time Tao had found it almost escaping out the open window.
He'd rescued it then and he was sure it whipped around and slapped his hand, but that must have been the wind.
Tao heard M-21 and Takeo talking on the balcony as he stole into M-21's room, intending to leave his latest gift somewhere. He paused at the shirt hanging off a drawer handle. Hmmm. Still suspicious. Maybe he should check to see if the shirt was moving when no-one was there. Just so that he could stop wondering.
He walked over and called a small piece of his cable to his hand, feeling it wind around his fingers. He'd hide it inside and then see if the shirt really did move. If M-21 picked it up, he'd drop the cable out one of the sleeves. Then it would be problem solved!
Tao dropped the cable and turned to find a hiding place for his gift.
Instead, he yelped when the shirt constricted around the ‘intruder’.
“Hey, M-!” he yelled through the open door, trying to get his cable out of the tight mass. “I think your shirt’s possessed.” Or maybe M-21's werewolf aura had changed it somehow? ...If the shirt had drawn blood, would that make him a wereshirt? But M-21 had scratched him and Takeo enough times to know that particular myth wasn't true.
“Funny,” was the reply. “And get out of my room.”
Tao huffed. He wasn’t coming over to check. So he poked the shirt with a toe. It shivered, drawing back and hissing. At least it didn't growl. That would have been even weirder.
Now he just had to figure out how to pick it up without it trying to attack him to show M-21...
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Written in response to sailorramoon's post here :D
Summary: Tao had started to notice there was something a little...weird going on in M-21's room. M-21 tended to keep his room neat - way different from Tao's organised chaos. It also made it obvious when something was out of place.
Notes: Now the cleaned up version!
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Word count: 481
Status: Complete
Tao liked going into people's rooms. Sometimes it was to drop off something he'd thought they'd like (also sometimes squirreling it away where they could find it later). Other times just to see if the person was free to chat.
The thing was, he had started to notice there was something a little...weird going on in M-21's room. M-21 tended to keep his room neat - way different from Tao's organised chaos. It also made it obvious when something was out of place.
Like the shirt.
Sometimes one of M-21's shirts was in a place it wasn't supposed to be. Which, fair enough, Tao wasn't one to judge if M-21 decided to drop his shirt on the floor and leave it there, but the shirt wasn't in a heap like it had been dropped. When it was on the floor, it was flattened out like M-21 had laid it out there. When it was on the floor.
There had been other places that Tao had found a shirt. Like that time he'd found one wedged between the cupboard doors, or draped over his bedside table. And then there was the time Tao had found it almost escaping out the open window.
He'd rescued it then and he was sure it whipped around and slapped his hand, but that must have been the wind.
Tao heard M-21 and Takeo talking on the balcony as he stole into M-21's room, intending to leave his latest gift somewhere. He paused at the shirt hanging off a drawer handle. Hmmm. Still suspicious. Maybe he should check to see if the shirt was moving when no-one was there. Just so that he could stop wondering.
He walked over and called a small piece of his cable to his hand, feeling it wind around his fingers. He'd hide it inside and then see if the shirt really did move. If M-21 picked it up, he'd drop the cable out one of the sleeves. Then it would be problem solved!
Tao dropped the cable and turned to find a hiding place for his gift.
Instead, he yelped when the shirt constricted around the ‘intruder’.
“Hey, M-!” he yelled through the open door, trying to get his cable out of the tight mass. “I think your shirt’s possessed.” Or maybe M-21's werewolf aura had changed it somehow? ...If the shirt had drawn blood, would that make him a wereshirt? But M-21 had scratched him and Takeo enough times to know that particular myth wasn't true.
“Funny,” was the reply. “And get out of my room.”
Tao huffed. He wasn’t coming over to check. So he poked the shirt with a toe. It shivered, drawing back and hissing. At least it didn't growl. That would have been even weirder.
Now he just had to figure out how to pick it up without it trying to attack him to show M-21...
Written in response to sailorramoon's post here :D