letsplaysurgeon | Case 002 [Action/Written]

[There is a vase of snow white orchids sitting on the table. Muraki sits back with his hands folded and considers it for a long time in silence, until seconds taper into minutes, and then an indeterminable amount of time. It wasn't a Valentine's gift from someone, because he personally picked them up from the flower store to bring some grace to his apartment. Perhaps he got them because the person they would've been for wasn't in this limbo, and he was a man of habit. He needs a physical manifestation of his thoughts.

Extracting a flower from the cluster, he brings it to his nose and inhales the soft fragrance. A thoughtful expression crosses his features, and then he frowns.

Such sentimentality always leaves him feeling sticky.]

I thought some of you might be interested in the health benefits of chocolate. It contains a naturally-occurring compound known as flavonol, which acts as an antioxidant. Antioxidants, by the way, assist in preventing diseases. If it hasn't been overly processed, dark chocolate in particular contains a large amount of these antioxidants, and a small bar a day can be good for your heart. It contains serotonin and stimulates the production of endorphins, which give a feeling of pleasure. Some studies have even indicated there is a link between the consumption of chocolate and the lessening of pain.

[A slow smirk forms on his lips as he rereads his post, finding his own rambling amusing as he finishes his thought.] ...To make a long story short, a little indulgence won't kill you. Just be sure to limit your intake to a reasonable amount today.

[OOC: ~~Trafalgar Law and his fantastic pimp hat get first comment, and then it's open season~~. Tag away!]

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[If he were worried about tigers, he wouldn't hunt shinigami. He tracked Tsuzuki down, he even cornered him after their poker game, putting his own body at risk for a chance to touch his: he never forgot that Tsuzuki was terrifying to his own kind. If his attraction had a death wish now, he was used to the feeling. Perhaps a small part of him even enjoyed it.

What was it you said earlier about there being no fun in the simple?]

They will make do. There are far worse conditions than being single.

You have such concern for the solitary men in the world. Are you merely speaking from the goodness of your heart? [Do you bleed for others?] ...Or do you have a personal stake in it?

[Which just might be his way of asking if you're single. He's sure as hell not going to degrade himself by asking obvious, pointed questions about your girlfriend/boyfriend/life partner/whatever.

And as for what you will find out about him in exchange...you'll just have to find out. But he'll try to make it fair.]

I believe a young woman lives on the same floor as me, but I haven't had the opportunity to meet her, or any of my neighbors. I suppose I've been rather antisocial. And your neighbors?

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[Now, now, he said there was no fun in the easy (of course there are exceptions - there always are).

Do you want this to be easy, Muraki?]

There certainly are.

A stake? Aa, but I'm quite content. [And really, he is right now. Good banter, and possibly better things to come. And a comfortable couch. Do note he isn't saying he's taken, however.] It's just a pity that so many men have no idea to approach the situation when it comes to such matters. Today makes it very evident.

[Bleed? Hardly. Not anymore. Risk his life? Sometimes...]

There is a man who lives below me, [By two floors.] and I know him and some of my other neighbours passably. Friendly folk for the most part and pleasant to live by.

[Not too easy, or else he might be disappointed--somewhat. After everything said and implied, he wonders if you just might be the type to make things fun.]

I'm afraid I haven't been paying much attention to the journal system this morning. I was out. [His attention briefly returns to the orchids on the table, but he doesn't miss the fact that you didn't mention being involved with anyone. That was promising, to say the least.] Have they been making fools of themselves?

That's a relief: it would be unfortunate if you had to deal with bad neighbors. And might I be so bold as to ask where you live? [It wasn't an ominous question, really. He was just making conversation. And if the conversation happens to suit his interests, then that was just the paper umbrella topping off the banana daiquiri.]

Edited 2011-02-19 00:42 (UTC)

[Oh, trust him, he'll make things fun.]

Let's just say it's been a very entertaining morning.

[Very, very entertaining. Law hasn't felt this much amusement since Bepo's disapperance.

The journals can be wonderful things sometimes.

Sometimes.]

Why so curious? [Can't you just feel the teasing?] Are you planning to drop in for a visit, Mister Muraki? I didn't realise I warranted the attention.

Besides. Such things? Are better told in person.

[Come now... not on the first date, Muraki.]

[He starts to write something to the extent of asking you what you meant by 'entertaining,' but then decides he doesn't really care. At least not enough to encourage this written conversation to continue into the lazy hours of the afternoon. It was nothing short of delightful so far, but it was still words on a page. Eventually he was going to need to switch to something more substantial.]

And I wasn't aware that you were so modest. [And that would be adorable, if it was real.] I don't believe it suits you. A man such as yourself should be more self-assured.

[Yet another carefully-concealed, genteel compliment. If you weren't worth the attention, he wouldn't bother. He has a very limited amount of patience for things that don't appeal to him.

And a slow smirk crawls up his features at the last line.] Oh? Do you want to see my face, Mr. Law? I'm afraid I don't do video. You'll understand if I don't particularly like the idea of my image being streamed from my living room for the entire world to see. Or I might've gone into television. [And probably escaped the grief and emotional torture that being a doctor brought him.]

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I see nothing wrong with a little modesty. [He is modest, in his own way. Which has nothing to do with his confidence or self assurance in his abilities.] But I'm flattered that you think so.

So I've noticed. [Again the pen taps at his lips a few times.] But. That's not quite what I meant.

[He meant meet you in person. At a time when you least expect it.]

... till later, Mister Muraki.

[Journal close.

What was it they always say?

Oh yes.

... leave them wanting more.

Do you want more?]

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