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[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

[The boy looks tired, but perfectly clean, as does the astral plane. Kid has been spending the last fews days moping up the blood and picking up the guts and disinfecting everything in sight, including the "floor". There's some nicely scented air fresheners strewn about, in a large figure 8 around where all the blood was (Also, Sam's desk and the bar are most likely organized symmetrically at the moment). You wouldn't be able to find a speck of blood if you crawled on your hands and knees and searched with a magnifying glass. Kid would know - He's just done it :|]

Perfect! I shouldn't expect anything less of myself.

[His stomach growls.]

... I haven't eaten anything since I first came here, have I?

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[contract_star]

[And Hei is no longer covered in blood either!] You cleaned it all? Wow...I'm impressed. [He's serious, too.]

[Smiles at the stomach rumble.] Hungry? I have some dinner left back home, if you like Chinese.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

Of course I cleaned it all. It wouldn't be "clean" if I left anything behind.

Thank you, Mr. Shengshun. I'm not picky about my food. [just make sure it's not symmetrical - He'd build a shrine to it :x]

[contract_star]

[Chuckles.] No, I suppose not.

One second, then. [Disappears, reappearing a minute later with a plate of wokked veggies and beef.] Here you go. It's not symmetrical, though; I hope that's alright.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

No, that's fine. Thank you again. [He takes it and eats it all dignified. Damn rich kids.]

[contract_star]

You're very welcome.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[gives Kid a sizing-up look, then nods] Good work, kid.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sir! And what is your name?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

DCI Gene Hunt, A-Division, Manchester.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

Oh, a police officer? It's nice to meet you.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Not a copper. The best.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[have a broken Suiseiseki watching you work, then disappearing and bringing a small handkerchief filled with fresh-baked sweets, which she sets down where you can see then skitters back]

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

[Symmetry > food! D: You're missing an arm!]

Oh, thank you. [he picks up the handkerchief, but doesn't attempt getting any closer.] Are you alright?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[nods] I-I'm fine, desu!

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

... Alright.

[And he tries one of the sweets.] This is pretty good. Did you make it yourself?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[nods, smiling a bit] I did! I'm very good at making sweets, desu!

[didorothy]

...What the hell happened to my desk?

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

I organized it.

[didorothy]

It already was organised. You rearranged it and put it out of order.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding?! It was a mess! There wasn't any balance!

[didorothy]

The pens were where the pens were supposed to be! The papers were filed according to date and name! There was a particular spot where colleagues could sit on it while we chatted about cases! It was perfectly organised!

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Shenzi is sad to see the blood go and blames him :l. She sits down nearby and scowls a little.]

You could've eaten off the floor, but noooo.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

... That is the most unsanitary thing I've ever heard.

[noking.livejournal.com]

I can go on.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

No that's okay!

[noking.livejournal.com]

It's not that unsanitary.

What's this place made of, anyway? Stars? Don't sound very germy.