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"I'm gonna have to kill somebody... hm..."
Tamsy says that aloud in the same room where Amo is resting.
Well.
Enjin needs to die then.
Nothing wrong with him, really—Tamsy finds him rather amusing character wise—but recently, he's been getting in the way of his plans regarding a certain boy with anger issues.
Easy way to solve that? Get rid of the issue entirely. Causes more destruction upon the boy. It's a win-win.
Tamsy wants to laugh. If only that were as easy as it's said. Clearly, he'll need a plan.
It takes a few days for him to think of something. All good things take time to grow, after all. With the help in watching Enjin over that period of time, a thought forms its place into Tamsy's mind.
What better way to enact such a plan, than to get close to the very man whom he's trying to kill?
Gaining someone's trust has always been something Tamsy's good at. Perfected, he'd say. It'll make everything so much easier for him as well. Less suspicion to be garnered towards him.
All he needs is discretion. Tamsy likes to say he's rather good at that.
It starts with a day like any other: Tamsy had been assigned along to Team Akura for the day—something to do with larger trash beasts being more common lately—Enjin being on his A-game as always. His umbrella hits home, sending a trash beast into splintered pieces that spiral down all around them.
He lands somewhere close, a grin plastered on his face as he begins to move to the next one.
"Nice work," Tamsy calls out. He twirls Tokushin slightly, still keeping his eyes on the beasts struggling in its web. He uses the nearby walls of trash to tighten it's grip.
Enjin turns his head, a faint look of surprise on his face as he sees who'd said that to him. Him seeing Tamsy has his expression fall blank.
Tamsy almost backtracks on his words when Enjin lights up, giving a big thumbs up towards his direction. "You got it!" he says, before he focuses back on the trash beasts, kneeling slightly before pushing himself off the ground and flying towards it.
Tamsy hums. Not exactly the result he'd expected from his observations. Should he test his theory again? Having watched him for some time now, he doesn't believe that he's wrong on his assumption of Enjin.
He'll just have to try again, he supposes.
They don't talk for the rest of the the mission until they're all inside the dusty slump they call a car, exhausted from having to take out so many large trash beasts within a short amount of time. Tamsy sits himself in the back, as he usually does.
As he slips inside, Gris is the first to turn around from the passenger seat and talk to him. "Thanks for helping me back there, Tamsy. That would've been really annoying to clean up if you hadn't stopped that trash beast from trying to kick those pillars."
Tamsy nods. "No problem. You did good yourself."
"Woah, a compliment from Tamsy of all people? You must've been real awesome back there, Gris." It takes a moment for Tamsy to realize it was Enjin that said that.
"I did compliment you back there too. You did just as well as everyone else."
Enjin huffs, a faint pink appearing on his ears. He goes on to talk to the rest of the gang as he rears the car into motion, and they're soon hurdling back to base.
That was a backhanded insult, but it seems Enjin didn't catch up on that.
Tamsy lays his head against his palm as he stares out the window.
The next moment of interest arises when the Cleaners' are at base, relaxing from one of their long missions. It's been a few days since he's last chatted with Enjin. It's not as if he's given up already or anything, but getting close to somebody takes time. If he were to suddenly buddy-buddy up with Enjin, it'd put suspicion on him when he inevitably kills him.
Plus, having some time to organize his thoughts is always a bonus.
He was walking down one of the hallways (totally not one that Enjin frequented) when he spots said man marching down the hall.
Well. Someone's upset.
As they pass by each other, Tamsy goes and asks "Are you alright?"
Enjin stops, taking a breath before waving his hand dismissively. "Oh, it's nothing. I just can't find Rudo. I've been kind of worried about him lately, so, y'know..."
"I thought I saw him in our training center?"
Enjin blinks. "Oh."
"Did you not check there first?"
Enjin rubs the back of his neck, looking elsewhere from Tamsy's almost piercing gaze. "Well, yeah. That was the first place I checked."
He hums, "You should check again."
Sighing, Enjin nods. "Yeah, I- okay. Thanks, Tamsy."
With a slight nod, Enjin hurries off to the training center.
It's a few hours later when they see each other again, Tamsy noting that Enjin looks much calmer than he was earlier. He was talking to Semiu in a hushed voice when he spots Tamsy from the corner of his eye.
Tamsy waves.
Enjin waves back.
Tamsy walks up to him once he's finished speaking with Semiu, with her going back to her not-so-subtle magazines. "Did you find him?"
"Yeah. Turns out he was in the training center that entire time. Drove myself nuts for nothing." Enjin laughs half-heartedly, frustration creeping into his voice.
"It shows you care about him. I wouldn't say that's for nothing."
Enjin pauses to look at Tamsy, searching for something. Whatever he seems to find, Tamsy watches him visibly relax. "I... guess so."
Neither of them speak, which leads to awkward silence. Tamsy clears his throat. "I should be... heading out now."
"Oh? Team Eager has a mission today?"
"Yes. No big ones—just to get rid of some inconveniencing people." Tamsy twirls a strand of hair as he speaks.
"I see."
There's silence again. The two stare at each other for seconds too long before Enjin laughs again. "We don't really talk much, do we?"
"... I'd like to."
"What?"
Tamsy stops twirling his hair, ruffling out his baggy clothes. "I should really get going now. See you."
Enjin stumbles over his words as Tamsy walks off. "Uh- yeah, sure. Bye?"
Was that too obvious? Tamsy's tongue sticks out as it fiddles with his piercing.
Enjin doesn't really do subtlety though. Perhaps there was another way to go about that conversation? Tamsy shakes his head. There's nothing I can do now. Might as well go along with this persona.
No use overthinking it.
He finishes the mission with relative ease. It's getting hotter, and with summer just around the corner, he's already dreading the upcoming heat that'll be in the way of his work. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he heads back to base and to his bedroom.
He falls asleep after taking a nice, cool shower.
It becomes a habit. Well, not the part about praising Enjin—Tamsy finds it annoying to do—but seeking Enjin out at any possible moment. As the days go by, it's clear Enjin's getting used to his remarks. Likes it even, if the tips of his flushed ears have anything to say about it.
From "Good job", to "Nice one", or "You're doing well", it's easy to rile Enjin up with compliments. He always seems to stumble over his words after too, losing his usual more nonchalant attitude. One time, Enjin broke one of the mugs after a particular compliment about his mission earlier, causing coffee to spill all over the floor.
He doesn't really remember what he'd said to Enjin that day.
Least to say, Tamsy finds it extremely amusing, watching him fall apart more each time he goes and compliments the man.
He has to keep his interest on the down-low. Eventually, this'll turn into something he can use and manipulate as he pleases. Time is all I need, he keeps telling himself.
However, as the days turn into a week, he realizes that might not be so simple.
They're both busy. Extremely busy. To the point even Tamsy's becoming exhausted. Most times he finds Enjin lying on the ground like he's dead, which Tamsy honestly wouldn't put behind him.
"Gahhh, why are there many trash beasts coming up lately? It's just one after another, I swear," Enjin whines as he brushes his hair back.
"Hopefully the surge will be over soon," Tamsy says, glancing over at Enjin's pathetic face he's giving off right now.
Enjin nods, thinking for a moment. Tamsy wonders if he does that often, if at all. That is, until he lets out a loud groan, shifting so that he's laying upright. "I haven't been able to get any girls in a while too! Can't a man have some time to get laid? I have needs too!"
Should you really be saying this to me, of all people? Tamsy wants to say. Instead, he goes "Hm? Is touching yourself not good enough?"
That might be worse, actually.
Enjin's jaw drops open just barely, just so Tamsy could see, head turning to face him properly. Not surprising.
What is surprising, however, is the fact that he goes along with it. Good grief.
"Well, I can, and do, but it's just not enough! I need me some good ol' titties, y'know?" He emphasizes by doing a weird squeezing motion with his hands. Tamsy wants to cringe.
"Go find yourself a bar sometime then. I'm sure some girls would so enjoy having you."
Enjin blinks. Tamsy pauses, their eyes meeting. It's almost uncomfortable, with the way Enjin's staring at him like he knows something. Tamsy finds himself unwilling to look away, oddly enough. He licks his bottom lip absentmindedly, and Enjin's eyes lower.
Oh?
He does it again. Enjin's gaze does not waver.
Tamsy smiles. "Something the matter?" That pent up?
Enjin snaps out of it, and looks away to hide his shame. Unfortunate for him that his ears give him away way too easily. "No, nothing at all."
Tamsy huffs. "Are you sure? You aren't looking at me." He puts on a small pout.
Enjin suddenly stands up, a glint in his eyes as he keeps himself rigid. "I'm fine, no worries! I just, ah- remembered I have a mission I need to get to! We'll talk later, yeah? Okay! Bye!"
Tamsy bids him well as he starts scurrying away. He puts a hand on his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully.
I never thought about obtaining a romantic relationship with Enjin, but... it might seem more efficient than just making friends.
Inside his mind, atop of his golden throne laced in silver and marble, Tamsy set his hands down on either side of him, his hair draping over him smoothly. A hand reaches up to brush it away from his face. "This'll be interesting," he muses to himself.
On the outside, he swiftly continues down the hall, face keeping itself neutral, off to his next mission to which he's most likely late for.