ten_fwd | Rewind to the S // He's been old before.... // OTA

[Corridors and Philip's room]

Sure, he's been old before, but that was in his beloved Fuuto. Being less than half his original age in a place like this was distinctly more alarming. And so ran a decidedly smaller hard-boiled detective (perhaps more like a quail egg right now) through the corridors. "This is bad! What the hell?!" He was making his way to Philip's room through the guest quarters' hallway. At the fastest speed his little legs could take him, and likely not looking too close at where he was going.

When he got to his partner's door, he reached up to jam on the doorbell and he beat relentlessly on the door itself. He didn't really care if he disturbed Philip's roommate. "Oi! Philip! Open up! This is important!"

[In Ten Forward, contagious as hell]

There was something wrong with his coffee. It tasted awful. Somehow with his tiny kid-sized body went his adult taste buds. But at least he was still dressed the part. So he searched through the Enterprise databases for something sweeter. What the hell was a Frappuccino? Some coffee shop weirdness. Like some kind of coffee milkshake. That'll do. Mocha frappuccino with extra whip creme and chocolate shavings on top. Nevermind this was far from hard-boiled, but it was super tasty. That was all that mattered.

And the caffeine and sugar buzz later was just a bonus.

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He thought for a minute. "Uh, I was just in the lounge, and I hung out with those bigwigs. A few hours later I wasn't feeling great and ended up falling asleep on the couch in my room. I woke up like this!" he was rather indignant about the change. But who wouldn't be?

He still pouted adorably, though.

Philip grinned. He reached over and ruffled Shotaro's hair. Yes, this was serious, but... Shotaro was adorable.

"Hey!" He flailed to get Philip's hands off of him. "I'm still me you know! It's just like with the Old Dopant. But I don't know if that's a bigger pain in the ass or this is."

He laughed. "At least now you're able to move around without pain, I assume. Although being so short must be inconvenient."

"Stop laughing!" And he was pouting adorably again.

"You look even less intimidating than usual," Philip observed.

"Being intimidating isn't the problem here! I'm still just as hard-boiled as I ever was, just in a smaller body, okay?" He got up and put some distance between himself and Philip, with his hands on his hips at his waist. "I'm going to find out what happened and kick Q's ass until he fixes it!"

He covered his mouth with his hand. "Yes, just as hard-boiled as ever. That's certainly true."

But he didn't like Shotaro's recklessness. He got up and followed after his partner. "You might risk something worse happening," he pointed out.

"So what! It's better than sitting here doing nothing, just taking whatever else he has to throw at us! Next time I see his face I'm going to rearrange it, no matter what size my fist is!" He punched one fist into his palm.

Philip knew he should be worried by this, but he couldn't stop himself from just smiling and shaking his head fondly. It shouldn't be that amusing, but it was just so... Shotaro.

"If you do that, I'm sure you'll only entertain him more," he pointed out after a moment. "I've been thinking, perhaps the most efficient way to make him leave us alone is to refrain from reacting."

"Not react? How am I supposed to not react to something like this?" He stuck his arms out at his sides in a dramatic shrug. With that, he turned and headed back for the door again.

"Ah, Shotaro--!" Philip rushed after him. Who knew what kind of trouble Shotaro could get into in this state.

"What? You think I need a babysitter just because I'm little?" He crossed his arms over his chest and glared up at Philip. But he did stop trying to leave.

"You would need a babysitter even if you weren't," he countered, crossing his own arms. "I don't want to see you get hurt, Shotaro."

He shouted indignantly. He went back to pouting again. "Fine!" He went back to the chair and climbed back into it. He glared at his feet that weren't touching the floor, by only just a bit.

Mick chose that moment to come wandering out from Philip's bedroom. He sniffed at Shotaro's foot, then hopped up onto his lap. Ah, a new person to sit on.

He grumbled but Mick successful sucked the wind out of his sails. Stupid cat. He idly scritched between his ears. "So long as things don't get to where we need to use Double, I guess we'll be okay in the end..." He still planned on punching Q on-sight next time he showed his face.

Mick settled in and started to purr.

Philip returned to his seat beside Shotaro. "I don't foresee that being very likely. If people are becoming children, how much of a threat could they pose?"

"It could be anything, with Q involved. Making everyone kids and then overruning the ship with rabid wolves could sound like a good time today." He leaned slightly toward Philip, and just kept grouchily petting Mick.

Philip leaned toward him and ruffled his hair fondly. "In that case, we always have FangJoker."

He struggled out from under Philip's attack. Mick made a grumpy noise at the activity. "Hey! Not fair!"

"Does that bother you?" Philip glanced down at his own hand in confusion. "You can just cover anything up with your hat, you know..."

"Just because I look like a kid, doesn't mean you should treat me like one!" Okay he was probably making a bigger deal out of this than he should.

Okay, he had a point. Philip sat back and dropped his hand onto his lap. Being treated like a child when you weren't one was not a pleasant experience.

Shotaro fell quiet for a while, just sitting with Philip and petting Mick. "Ah, dammit, we should see who else is dealing with this."

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