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owaranai_natsuHappy Birthday, dear!
You are awesome and I'm so glad to have met you. I have great respect for you, for the time you devote to your goals and to your craft in writing, and for always caring for your friends. There are not enough words in my vocabulary to describe how grateful I am to have you as a friend, so I offer you my aldkfjaldkjflkj ♥
In lieu of a physical present, and until I get to see you (hopefully soon!), here is a mini present:
Kurosagi/Code Blue crossover
“Kurosaki!” Tanabe Satoshi yelled out down the hospital hall. The man didn’t respond, so he ran towards him and stopped him.
The man had broader shoulders, perm hair, with a different air of confidence, but outer appearances didn’t matter to swindlers; the guy still had that same calm and cold demeanor. “Kurosaki, right?”
The doctor turned around and looked him over. “You’ve got the wrong person.”
Satoshi got the clue and nodded. “Oh, I see, yea, this is my first time meeting you too.” He must be on-the-job right now, he thought to himself.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
“Of course, I’m sorry.” Satoshi watched as he walked towards another ward and picked up some patient charts.
“Aizawa-sensei, quickly, I need help in this room,” a passing nurse called to him, and he ran off after her.
“Hmm, Aizawa, huh? I’ll have to check this out. Seems like a big job he’s pulling off right now.”
Later, Satoshi found him in the cafeteria, sitting alone at a table. He walked over, dropping his tray on the table as an announcement of this arrival.
“So, long time no see. Surprised to see me out of prison?”
Aizawa barely acknowledged him, simply answering, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t know you.”
“Look, no one is around, you can cut the act.”
“I am not acting. This is my workplace and if it’s not an emergency, could you please leave me to eat in peace?”
Satoshi was beginning to doubt his assumption. “So, you’re not Kurosaki?”
“No.”
“That’s so weird, because I know someone who looks exactly like you.” After a few moments of silence, Satoshi sat back in his chair and stared at him. Aizawa finished his food and started picking up his tray, without even a glance toward the other man.
Satoshi watched as he walked away and sighed. Where is the real Kurosaki?.
You are awesome and I'm so glad to have met you. I have great respect for you, for the time you devote to your goals and to your craft in writing, and for always caring for your friends. There are not enough words in my vocabulary to describe how grateful I am to have you as a friend, so I offer you my aldkfjaldkjflkj ♥
In lieu of a physical present, and until I get to see you (hopefully soon!), here is a mini present:
Kurosagi/Code Blue crossover
“Kurosaki!” Tanabe Satoshi yelled out down the hospital hall. The man didn’t respond, so he ran towards him and stopped him.
The man had broader shoulders, perm hair, with a different air of confidence, but outer appearances didn’t matter to swindlers; the guy still had that same calm and cold demeanor. “Kurosaki, right?”
The doctor turned around and looked him over. “You’ve got the wrong person.”
Satoshi got the clue and nodded. “Oh, I see, yea, this is my first time meeting you too.” He must be on-the-job right now, he thought to himself.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
“Of course, I’m sorry.” Satoshi watched as he walked towards another ward and picked up some patient charts.
“Aizawa-sensei, quickly, I need help in this room,” a passing nurse called to him, and he ran off after her.
“Hmm, Aizawa, huh? I’ll have to check this out. Seems like a big job he’s pulling off right now.”
Later, Satoshi found him in the cafeteria, sitting alone at a table. He walked over, dropping his tray on the table as an announcement of this arrival.
“So, long time no see. Surprised to see me out of prison?”
Aizawa barely acknowledged him, simply answering, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t know you.”
“Look, no one is around, you can cut the act.”
“I am not acting. This is my workplace and if it’s not an emergency, could you please leave me to eat in peace?”
Satoshi was beginning to doubt his assumption. “So, you’re not Kurosaki?”
“No.”
“That’s so weird, because I know someone who looks exactly like you.” After a few moments of silence, Satoshi sat back in his chair and stared at him. Aizawa finished his food and started picking up his tray, without even a glance toward the other man.
Satoshi watched as he walked away and sighed. Where is the real Kurosaki?.
