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Toshiko Sato ([personal profile] did_good) wrote2012-10-29 03:51 pm
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Nov 1 - We have to deal with this sometime

"What do you mean you can't pick her up?" Tosh sighs as the woman from Take a Paws explains that one of their handlers is sick that day, and there's no one available to do puppy care. "Of course. No, of course I understand. It happens. But if someone comes in later?"

She says it hopefully, knowing that Mitsuki might be happy and asleep at her feet right now, but that it won't last for long. Once Owen comes in and sees the six month old Akita there, she's sure he'll object. But there's nothing to be done, she agrees as she hangs up the phone. It's her dog and she has to deal with it.

"Please don't come in today," she says to herself, under her breath as she starts matching up all the names of those who've returned from this other Darrow. "Let something go my way."
beat_death: (Disbelieving)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-10-29 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
He's been avoiding her.

Avoiding most people, really. Sure, he's still been visiting the hospital, working out the details of the disappearances and reappearances. Every single one is someone who doesn't claim to have always lived in the city. It's information he's shared with Tosh— if she hasn't come to the conclusion on her own already— but through files he's tossed onto her workstation. Notes. Memos.

They're strictly coworkers again, and perhaps a bit less than that some days.

When Owen comes in today, it's because it seems as if the last of the missing people have turned up at the hospital. He has a few files to update, and then he'll be headed out again. Only, Tosh is in just now.

Brilliant.

He hops into his chair and starts to log into his terminal, intent on getting this done as quickly as possible, except when he accidentally glances in Tosh's direction, he notices something at her feet.

"No," he says, breaking the silence, "No way in hell."
beat_death: (For the love of god.)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-10-31 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, sorry. I forgot we brought animals into the work area just so long as it's only for an hour," Owen replies, and he rolls his eyes as he turns back to his terminal.

Just what it is with displaced Torchwood workers and dogs, he has no idea. He's never had the urge to go out for a walk and end up bringing home a four-legged creature instead.
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[personal profile] beat_death 2012-10-31 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"That's because pterodactyls are cool," is Owen's response, and this time he doesn't bother looking away from the files he's updating. He gets chewed out for playing a bit of football back in Cardiff, but dogs are okay.

That makes complete sense.

beat_death: (For the love of god.)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-10-31 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Christ. Will you shut it up?" Owen groans, because while it was only an annoyance before, now it's actually a distraction. Usually, he's more than fine with a bit of distraction, but this is bloody ridiculous. And he doesn't see how it's his fault when Tosh is the one who brought the thing in the first place.
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[personal profile] beat_death 2012-10-31 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's loud, whatever it's called," he insists, turning to glare briefly at Tosh and the animal in turn before he goes back to typing.

"And if it shits in here, I'm not cleaning it up."
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[personal profile] beat_death 2012-10-31 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I thought it was my turn to storm out," Owen replies, "You know, seeing as you did it last night."

Maybe she thought he didn't see her at the bar the night before, but he had. At least, before she'd apparently caught sight of him and decided to go elsewhere.
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[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-01 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose we should just split up the entire city, then. Or paint a line down the middle of the room," he says, "That's pretty much on par with how fucking ridiculous this is, don't you think?"
beat_death: (Whatever)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-02 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd get the side closer, obviously," Owen replies, without hesitation, " You can take the back half of the room. You've already started settling down with some sort of weird, unconventional family anyway."

He gestures idly toward the dog with one hand.
Edited 2012-11-02 04:21 (UTC)
beat_death: (For the love of god.)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-02 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not making the coffee," Owen replies, because even if it's on his side of the room, he's not going anywhere near the coffee maker. But at least, even if their conversation has taken a turn for the ridiculous, the tension in the room has dissipated a bit.

"And I'm not petting you," he decides, looking down at the dog.
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[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-03 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, they have this service now where you can call a shop, order something and they'll bring it to you," Owen responds, and at this point, he's decided to try his best to ignore the dog. The more he addresses it, the more it seems to be goaded on.

And it looks like it might be the type that sheds.
beat_death: (Whatever)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-03 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nnnnno. Sorry to disappoint," hey says, turning to momentarily finish typing something. Honestly, he's surprised she hasn't taken the piss out of him for how punctual he's been with his reports.

"Besides, isn't buying you coffees a bit over the line? Since we're keeping this just to work?"
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[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-04 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Owen's brought it up, and he knows that Tosh heard it, and that she's decided to ignore the matter instead. If that's the way that she wants it, then maybe it'll just be best if he doesn't mention it again.

But he's not really sure what the point of flirting is, if that's the case.

"Or, I'll just use the one in the shop," he replies.
beat_death: (Disbelieving)

[personal profile] beat_death 2012-11-04 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, alright, if you're already going. Dry cappuccino, no sugar," he says, his attention turning back to his computer. It's not until a few seconds later that he realizes that's not what Tosh was saying.

"You-- you were asking me if I want to go, weren't you?" Owen asks.

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