#melonverse

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Here is a quick guide! (Character descriptions can typically be found on my main blog @mydicksfallenoff )

Melon

Julius Rockwell

TORON

Diren

Crassus

Linus

Draxen

{The director

Dr. Raythus

Dr. Finley

Admin MDFO

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NSFW is allowed, however asks may not be illustrated and/or may be hidden because of inappropriate content.

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“Yeah, yeah. You know how he is, Mr. By-The-Book. He’s just finishing up, but he says you can come in if you want.”

Yes, he wants. 

Michi gets up and follows her into a fairly large, shared office space. Anko sits in the back corner. Inoichi is at the desk front and center.

“Good morning,” Inoichi greets absently, focused on the explosion of paperwork before him. “Sorry, I’m almost done. You can have a seat.”

“No worries,” Michi lies, and to his credit, it sounds very believable. This isn’t his first, second or third rodeo, and he recognizes immediately what Inoichi is doing. He’s putting a file together. A work order. Meaning Michi is there to receive a job assignment.

This is a problem. 

Michi doesn’t want a job assignment. He wants an update. One that he can’t openly ask about with Anko in the room. 

“Got a job for me?” Michi asks, wanting to confirm his suspicions on the off chance his gut is wrong. It’s usually not though. 

“I do,” Inoichi murmurs, clacking a small stack of papers on the desk until they align into a nice, neat packet. Punching a staple through it first, he holds it out to Michi with a finite sigh. “The details are all there. Your charge will be a civilian woman.” Inoichi delivers the order just as he would any. “And by proxy, her two children.”

Well then. Isn’t this a fun little game they get to play in front of Anko now.

Michi takes the packet casually, skimming it over as he sits on the edge of Inoichi’s desk. “This is a protection order,” he realizes aloud.

“Yes. For two weeks—tentatively.”

Michi looks at Inoichi and the two exchange a subtly knowing look, lingering in it for just a moment.

Inoichi clears his throat, breaking the silence before it can stretch on too long. “I know it’s not your usual job detail, but based on the qualifications requested, you were selected.”

“Makes me curious about those qualifications,” Michi mumbles, still reading.

“The request is in there.” Inoichi gestures to the packet. “By all means, look it over. It should be a fairly easy job. It’s more precautionary than anything. Think of it as being a bodyguard for a couple weeks.”

With a humorous snort, Anko interjects from the corner, “He means babysitter. You don’t even have to leave the village.”

“Oh, well that’s perfect,” Michi says. “Think of all the experience I have from watching Ino.”

Inoichi looks mildly amused. “Yes, well, Ino didn’t have a bounty out for her live capture.”

“That you know of.”

Anko snickers quietly, half paying attention as she fills out some forms. Inoichi just sighs. “Regardless, feel free to step it up a notch on this one, Michi.”

“I’m steppin’, I’m steppin’,” Michi defends, sounding pretty unconcerned about the whole thing. Like a cool guy. A very cool guy. Definitely not a guy playing this out like speed shogi in his head, trying to frantically decide if this is a very good or very bad turn of events. Does he love Inoichi right now or does he hate him? He needs more information.  “Alright so what’s the deal with this woman? Civilian with a bounty? I’m interested.”

“You should be, she’s cute,” Anko pipes up cheekily from her corner, still scribbling away.

“Oh yeah?” Michi questions, as if he isn’t fully aware of how cute she is. “As cute as you?”

Inoichi scoffs under his breath at them, but they’re used to his disgruntled noises and ignore them happily.

“Mm,” she hums in thought before deciding, “different kind of cute.”

“Alright, alright,” he muses. “I think I can work with that.”

“She’s also really sweet though, so be nice.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always nice.”

“Hm, weird,” Anko feigns confusion with a cock of her head, “You’re pronouncing ‘incorrigible bastard’ wrong.”

Michi clicks his tongue with a sigh. “Ah, sorry, I’m actually not accepting insults before 7am.”

“Aw, is little Michi tired?” Anko coos.

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “If I said yes, would you get me a coffee?”

She looks at him, amused, and lets out a long sigh before standing up with a stretch. “Y’know, you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“What a coincidence, so are you—lucky, that is. That I’m pretty. You’re the one that gets to look at me so much, after all.” Another sigh from Inoichi. At this point it's practically a game for Michi and Anko.

Anko just scoffs with a shake of her head. “Like I said, incorrigible bastard.”

“That’s a ‘yes’, right?”

“That’s an ‘I was going to get some for myself anyway, and since you’re looking so adorably pathetic, sure, I’ll take pity on you’.”

“Nice.”

She laughs on her way out. He’s fairly certain it’s at him and not with him. Either way, he’s won here because not only has he gotten rid of her, he’s getting a coffee out of it.

Inoichi gives him the most deadpan look in the history of deadpan looks. “You two should be separated.”