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fic_promptly's Any, Any, sending internet or text messages to someone in the same room . Featuring Hisoka and Tsuzuki.
Hisoka had started to wish that he had never gotten Tsuzuki a smart phone for Christmas. Much as the planner app and the alarm clock would help his partner to keep on top of his schedule, it only gave the loafer more reason to goof off. Or send text messages randomly. While he was supposed to finish filling out his reports from their recent cases.
Hisoka felt his cellphone buzz in his pocket, against his thigh. He took it out, thumbing it open.
hi hisoka. its me tsuzuki. first text on nu fone & its 2 u!
Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki, who sat no more than a foot from him, then hit the delete key on his own phone before closing it and pocketing it.
Tsuzuki looked him, eyebrows lifted and mouth curved in a sad little frown. His index finger flew over the keyboard on the screen of his smart phone.
Again, Hisoka felt his cellphone vibrate again. Again he took it out to see what it could have to say: for all he knew, Watari or the Gushoshin could have a message for him in between Tsuzuki's idiocy. Or Tsuzuki could have decided to bug someone else.
hey that waz my 1st text1 u cant deleet it so fast
"Tsuzuki, stop texting me and get back to your paperwork," Hisoka murmured.
Tsuzuki's pout frown grew more puppy-like, his violet eyes limpid and pleading. He set to work tapping up another text. And Hisoka had a feeling the next time his cellphone buzzed, he would have another text from Tsuzuki waiting for him.
plees? just 1 text from u? jus 2 say hi?
Hisoka gave Tsuzuki an "Are you for real?" look. "I'm right next to you."
Another pleading pout from his partner, more speedy tapping over the keyboard.
i wont text agen if yoo just say hi. i promis.
"All right, then, if you knock it off and get back to work. The reports aren't going to fill themselves out," Hisoka said, with a sigh.
Tsuzuki's face brightened, but his hands stayed still on the smart phone. Hisoka tapped out a reply.
Hi, Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki grinned. "Thanks, Hisoka! Now I can say this phone's been broken in."
At that moment, Tsuzuki's phone vibrated, moments before he started to slip it into his pocket. Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka, curiously. "I didn't send anything," Hisoka replied.
Tsuzuki pulled up the text on the screen. "Oh goddammit," he snarled, nearly throwing the phone onto the tabletop before them.
"What is it? Muraki get your number again?" Hisoka asked.
Tsuzuki held up the phone, showing the screen to Hisoka: Please do not send unnecessary texts during work hours. Tatsumi
At that moment, Hisoka's phone buzzed yet again. He flipped it open. Please don't encourage Tsuzuki's mischief. Tatsumi
"Well, at least he isn't singling out either one of us for punishment," Hisoka noted, folding up his phone.
"Yeah, but how did he get my new number?" Tsuzuki grumbled, stuffing his phone back into his breast pocket.
"It's Tatsumi, he has ways of finding these things out," Hisoka said, turning back to his paperwork. "For all we know, he could have had the Gushoshin hack into your phone, or he has connections at the telephone company."
"Yeah. Sounds like the sort of thing he'd do, the tyrant," Tsuzuki grumbled, leaning over the papers on his side of the table. "Anything to spoil my fun and get in between the two of us."
fic_promptly's Any, Any, sending internet or text messages to someone in the same room . Featuring Hisoka and Tsuzuki.Hisoka had started to wish that he had never gotten Tsuzuki a smart phone for Christmas. Much as the planner app and the alarm clock would help his partner to keep on top of his schedule, it only gave the loafer more reason to goof off. Or send text messages randomly. While he was supposed to finish filling out his reports from their recent cases.
Hisoka felt his cellphone buzz in his pocket, against his thigh. He took it out, thumbing it open.
hi hisoka. its me tsuzuki. first text on nu fone & its 2 u!
Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki, who sat no more than a foot from him, then hit the delete key on his own phone before closing it and pocketing it.
Tsuzuki looked him, eyebrows lifted and mouth curved in a sad little frown. His index finger flew over the keyboard on the screen of his smart phone.
Again, Hisoka felt his cellphone vibrate again. Again he took it out to see what it could have to say: for all he knew, Watari or the Gushoshin could have a message for him in between Tsuzuki's idiocy. Or Tsuzuki could have decided to bug someone else.
hey that waz my 1st text1 u cant deleet it so fast
"Tsuzuki, stop texting me and get back to your paperwork," Hisoka murmured.
Tsuzuki's pout frown grew more puppy-like, his violet eyes limpid and pleading. He set to work tapping up another text. And Hisoka had a feeling the next time his cellphone buzzed, he would have another text from Tsuzuki waiting for him.
plees? just 1 text from u? jus 2 say hi?
Hisoka gave Tsuzuki an "Are you for real?" look. "I'm right next to you."
Another pleading pout from his partner, more speedy tapping over the keyboard.
i wont text agen if yoo just say hi. i promis.
"All right, then, if you knock it off and get back to work. The reports aren't going to fill themselves out," Hisoka said, with a sigh.
Tsuzuki's face brightened, but his hands stayed still on the smart phone. Hisoka tapped out a reply.
Hi, Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki grinned. "Thanks, Hisoka! Now I can say this phone's been broken in."
At that moment, Tsuzuki's phone vibrated, moments before he started to slip it into his pocket. Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka, curiously. "I didn't send anything," Hisoka replied.
Tsuzuki pulled up the text on the screen. "Oh goddammit," he snarled, nearly throwing the phone onto the tabletop before them.
"What is it? Muraki get your number again?" Hisoka asked.
Tsuzuki held up the phone, showing the screen to Hisoka: Please do not send unnecessary texts during work hours. Tatsumi
At that moment, Hisoka's phone buzzed yet again. He flipped it open. Please don't encourage Tsuzuki's mischief. Tatsumi
"Well, at least he isn't singling out either one of us for punishment," Hisoka noted, folding up his phone.
"Yeah, but how did he get my new number?" Tsuzuki grumbled, stuffing his phone back into his breast pocket.
"It's Tatsumi, he has ways of finding these things out," Hisoka said, turning back to his paperwork. "For all we know, he could have had the Gushoshin hack into your phone, or he has connections at the telephone company."
"Yeah. Sounds like the sort of thing he'd do, the tyrant," Tsuzuki grumbled, leaning over the papers on his side of the table. "Anything to spoil my fun and get in between the two of us."
