doggone

[repeatedprayer]

[In the time following his departure from Tabito and Manabu's company, the alias "Grey" has wound up sticking.

Not that everyone calls him that, he's used a few other aliases since then, but it's what he's wound up thinking of himself as. If Grey had taken the time to think about it a bit more he might have picked something with a little less connection to Rezo's name, but it's still leagues better than thinking of himself as "Rez- wait, no, just a copy." And maybe that's why he's felt significantly calmer since he left Sairaag.

By his own standards, Grey has been laudably well-behaved; sure, he's been mostly doing under-the-table psychic work, often on behalf of criminals, but! He's been trying to keep a low profile so it's usually things like clairvoyant spying rather than anything violent, and he's been making a point of not doing anything that directly impacts the galaxy railways.

It would be extremely awkward if Manabu Yuuki had to try and arrest him, after all.

He's found himself frequently thinking about Manabu, much to his annoyance. He has no serious expectations of ever seeing Manabu again, so it's simply a waste of mental bandwidth to find himself wondering what Manabu is doing right now or where he is, or to reminisince over their incredibly brief acquaintanceship. Grey can only suppose that because Manabu was the first reasonably normal person he got to know after leaving Sairaag that Manabu is going to stick out in his mind for a while.

And it's probably because of the real estate that Manabu is hogging in Grey's mind that he's been very aware of every mention of the SDF that crosses his path. He hasn't exactly been tracking the SDF's activities deliberately, but he does pay attention to the news and the SDF frequently winds up in there, even if Manabu's name in particular isn't normally dropped.

Until the day it does.

SDF Officer Taken Hostage By Pirates]

* * *

[It's taken several weeks of investigating, but Grey has been able to track down The Huntress's client, a Dr. Parish and associates. It must be a small galaxy, because Dr. Parish is someone Grey knows. Sort of.

Rather, Dr. Parish was a colleague of Rezo's who collaborated with the man on chimera research (and other unsavory things) in the past. Not only that, the man was an ardent admirer of Rezo's superior psychic prowess, and desperate to improve his own meager abilities.

He'd had quite a shock when Grey approached him in town, but after the initial surprise it had been sickeningly easy to convince Dr. Parish that he was the real Rezo. Grey can only surmise that the man wants to believe too badly to let himself be properly suspicious. It had only taken a day for Grey to be invited to tour Parish's laboratory.

The lab's located on the grounds of a former Marquess's estate, a ways out of town and secluded by trees, a high wall, and a long drive. Grey's done a little recon before, but actually being here is different, especially since he has to navigate by cane at the moment. Grey is doing his best to politely nod and smile as Parish guides him from room to room, explaining their work and occasionally handing him things to examine himself.

But evidently Parish realizes that "Rezo" isn't entirely interested, because he stops partway through an explanation of some stem cell experiments he and a few others have been working on to say "Of course, the really interesting specimens are kept in the basement floor."

Grey already knows this. He hopes his expression seems the right sort of eager.]

Interesting?

["Something along the lines of what we did in the past. Would you like to see them?"]

Nothing would please me more.

[Grey can practically hear Parish's delighted grin. To soothe the surge of irritation, Grey reminds himself that he's going to kill this man before the end of the day and allows Parish to guide him out into the hall and to the basement entrance at the back of the building.]

Comments

[repeatedprayer]

You probably would have tried if I had allowed it. [Grey waits until Manabu has gotten some stretching done before handing him the glass of water.] Your stubbornness is formidable.

[siriusly]

Eheh... [Manabu plops back on the bed's edge, taking the water and throwing it back in a few, generous gulps. his hair is tousled from sleep and all the petting, face still ruddy from the fluster of numerous kisses, posture relaxed at the shoulders in his slouch despite the aches he's fighting off. some of it feels normal, some if it new...but none of it bad; his tail wags idly.]

How are we doing on time?

[repeatedprayer]

[How dare Manabu be so cute. The bastard probably doesn't even realize he's doing it.

The question about time at least serves as a distraction. Grey goes to grab his phone and checks.]

Hm. It's eight o'clock.

[Earlier than yesterday, at least?]

What time did you normally get up for the SDF?

[siriusly]

[well, when breakfast call is at 6am...]

Uh...S-seven...ish... [eight.] Give or take.

[repeatedprayer]

Give or take how much? [Grey smirks.] Well, if you like I can set an alarm for seven so you can work on getting back to your old schedule. [A process that will no doubt involve a lot of sleepy groaning from Manabu. And maybe from Grey, but hey.]

[siriusly]

Right. [work schedule.] The day-night rotation here's a bit slower than Destiny, isn't it? Or was I just not paying attention...

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey thinks for a moment.] No, you have the right of it. A day on Ruvinagald is roughly twenty-five and a half hours.

[siriusly]

[which means more time to snoop out that campus!

...or more time to linger here.

hm.

he scratches at the back of his head, stuck on that, but the sound of his stomach growling cuts into that and brings fresh color to his face.]

R-right...I better make breakfast, huh? Eheh...

[repeatedprayer]

If you'd be so kind. [Certainly, they'd probably better take care of that before they do any real snooping or lingering!]

[siriusly]

[Manabu sees to it, cooking up the remaining eggs in the fridge with the last strips of meat - good timing, since they'd go bad soon. part of him resents the very thought of having to sit up in a chair to avoid wearing his legs out already, yet the thought lingers as he willfully defies it, tail up as much for that reason as for balance.

once some things are plated (er, bowled), he calls without looking over:] Come get what you want-! [because who knows if that guy's gone to go dress up for the day or was just lounging or checking out news...]

[repeatedprayer]

[Manabu's chivalry was unnecessary; Grey did indeed wind up idly browsing the news. He's gotten more used to Manabu cooking so he's less likely to hover over Manabu's shoulder in fascination every single time he cooks. Now, any hovering's more to do with concern about his Manabu collapsing like an underbaked cake.

Grey moves next to Manabu and grabs his bowl. Fried eggs with meat again, and he's pretty sure that's the last of both.]

Should I pick up more groceries today?

[First person pronoun because Grey doubts Manabu is up for being on his feet for ages, no matter what Manabu may claim.]

[siriusly]

I can help! [because obviously he walked a handful of blocks and can now do that and lug bags around.]

[repeatedprayer]

[HE SHOULD'VE EXPECTED actually he kind of did. now how to let manabu down gently...]

You shouldn't come. You need to rest.

[Nailed it.]

[siriusly]

Eh? No I don't! [he scowls a little.] I have to strengthen my muscles!

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey gestures at Manabu with his fork.] Which is exactly why you need to rest. Overexerting yourself and potentially getting injured would be disastrous at this point.

[siriusly]

[the scowl gets scowlier before he stuffs his face, grumbling while he chews.

afterward:] I know that, but still... [this pace is agony!!!]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey resists the urge to huff impatiently.]

You can rely on me. I only need to pick up a few things, right? [It's not like he's leaving Manabu out of some Very Exciting And Important Spy Work.]

[siriusly]

Well, yeah, but... [he's had a taste of freedom, so it's hard to want to relinquish it, even for his health.

he sighs in a huff, turning and slumping his back against the cabinets while he scoops up what's left of his dish.]

I guess I can just...do stretches all day. [twenty-five hours is a lot longer now, though.]

[repeatedprayer]

[The dejection is practically radiating out of Manabu.]

You can also check the news, see if there's anything important.

[That ought to kill at least a few minutes, right? And will no doubt be absolutely fascinating for Manabu.]

[siriusly]

...Yeah. [wahoo. yippee. his tail droops and further cements the dejection.

but to his credit: he does not complain. he knows he has no right to. he just nods his head absently, cleaning up his meal with a gloomy countenance and turns around to start rinsing things off.]

It...might be a good idea if you went and scouted around the campus. [without him!!!! woe.] Whether that's on-foot or, or doing your cool powers thing. Since it's been a day since we got eyes on what's going on near that medical building...

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey blinks and nods.]

Mm. I can give it a cursory inspection while I'm out.

[Actually. Hang on. He can't move on without prodding at some of the phrasing there.]

...You think my powers are "cool?"

[He's a little surprised the clairvoyance earned that adjective since from Manabu's POV it must look mostly like Grey taking a nap, but hey. It's still good for his ego.]

[siriusly]

I mean, if I could do that, it'd make my work safer and more accurate than just doing scans and surveillance scans, you know? [he gestures - you done with those dishes? gimme.] That's pretty cool. And you were able to stop that purse snatcher in his tracks! And you stopped a cave-in...

[and he...he eviscerated some people...

let's not think about that.]

[repeatedprayer]

[Grey wolfs down the last few bites of his food and hands his dishes over, giving Manabu a thoughtful look.

If Manabu had Grey's powers... He'd probably be even more of an insufferable do-gooder than he is now, of course. But it does give him an idea.]

I might be able to teach you a few things. Nothing advanced, if you had the psychic capacity to do anything on the level of Rez- of myself, it would have made itself known by now. But most people can at least enhance their extrasensory perception with enough effort.

[So Manabu probably won't be eviscerating people even if he wants to, alas.]

[siriusly]

Huh-?

[Manabu looks at him with wide eyes.]

Wait - that, that's a thing that can be done? Really?

[repeatedprayer]

Mm. Outside of the rare exceptions humans don't have a strong capacity for psychic usage, but they do have a little. That's actually one of the primary motivations for chimera research. By combining a human being with the body of a species that has a higher baseline of psychic sensitivity, you can increase a human's capacity.

[Lest Manabu get too excited:] You were combined with a dog, so I don't think your potential would have been affected in either direction.