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Who: Denzel and Little Washu
Where: Washu's house
When: The next day after the curse ends
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Denzel is tossing beneath his bed sheets as the clock strikes midnight and within seconds not only went through puberty but also re undergoing his mind wipe and causing the deformation and lose of memories once again. After all, as long as Timmy Turner exists Denzel Crocker is doomed. Doomed to the same fate over and over as time after all is an infinite loop.

Morning finally comes too and peeks his eyes open and gives a wide yawn. After a moment or two slide out of bed from having been on his side. At the moment the only thing going on in his mind as he yawns to the kitchen is a few cups of coffee to give his mind a jump start. Needless to say the man was rather groggy and going into the wrong room.... After all this was not his house. So, out of it in fact the man didn't notice that he wasn't wearing his usual pajamas and his pajama bottoms where more like shorts now and 'lovely' hairy legs now showing. Oddly enough the top still fits him.

Murmuring to himself probably something along the lines of 'where's my coffee? I can't function without it.'

If Timmy was around this is the one time the Turner could get away with magic and Mr. Crocker not even catch on.

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By the time Denzel reaches the kitchen of her temporary home, Washu has a nice warm cup of tea in her hands, a half eaten bowl of rice and a slice of coffee cake in front of her.

She just observes the adult version of her cute, adorable Little Denzel with interest. Just how the hell did such a cute kid become well, that? Thankfully for Denzel, she did have enough sense to put on the coffee for him. And a plate of cookies right next to it. "Good morning."

Crocker may be a walking zombie but he follows the smell of the coffee to the location of the kitchen and after drinking two cups and going for his third, his eyes finally open and he spit takes, "What are you doing here?!"

Edited 2013-01-24 00:55 (UTC)

"It's my house, albeit temporary. I was taking care of you during the latest event. Now be a good boy and join me for breakfast."

She motions for the chair across the table from her before going back to her tea.

"Oh, it's just your house." Raising his eyebrows in thought and shrugging it off, "Of course." Goes and has more coffee that is until - he spit takes again. "YOUR HOUSE?!" There's a beat, "Why am I here? I don't recall coming over. This must be the work - FAIRY GODPARENTS!" As he does his impossible spazz of three at the end. Old habits die hard, as he pauses and sips more coffee, "Oh right a curse."

Spit take again, "CURSE!? WHAT CURSE!?" Slightly spazzing.

Denzel however remains in the spot away from Washu still as he goes to sip from his cup and then turns to the coffee cup upside down.

"I'm out of coffee." Goes to refill the cup he spat out.

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Washu rolls her eyes and sets down her tea to eat some of the rice. "You were a child for a week and a very adorable one at that. I'm wondering what happened to that adorable little child to make him become, well, you."

Her tone is as conversational as it gets as she takes another bite of her rice. "Now, come sit by me once you get your coffee and bring the plate of cookies with you."

Denzel stares at Washu as he pours, "I was?....." He continues to stare and trying to compute. Very obvoiusly he has no memory as of this event happening as the coffee is now overflowing and pouring onto the floor from his cup.

"I wasn't an adorable child. You obviously have me confused for someone else." Says the man who is for some reason wearing kid print PJs.

Remarking bitterly, "Aright. Alright. Alright." Looking down, oppps, you saw nothing Washu. NOTHING! Avoiding the mess Crocker gets the cookies and sits down beside her.

Edited 2013-01-24 01:26 (UTC)

"No, it was definitely you." She lightly taps the side of her coffee cup and an image appears a little to the left of a recording of him as a child sitting at the table munching on cookies. "As I said, adorable and sweet."

She's also not going to comment on the pj's. Or how exactly he's wearing them though it is , very, very tempting~.

Denzel stares at the screen and pauses before he even sips his coffee. How could that be him? First off, he doesn't remember a time that he was happy. At all or never having a hunch back and bad teeth. Crocker only remembers a life like that, "What kind of tricky are you trying to show me?"

After all he believes he recalls his own childhood.... or does he?

"No tricks. That's you as a kid. Strangely enough, you were looking for pairs of things." She watches him over the edge of her tea cup, curious to see what his reaction will be. It's strange he doesn't believe her. He lived through his childhood, how can he not remember it?

Not, that she's really one to talk on that front, but still.

Crocker's head was whirlwinding. That was him as a kid? Shaking his head wasn't sure what to believe. Pairs of things? Why would he be looking for pairs of things.
"I don't know what you're going on about. OK?!" There's a beat, "But that can't be me a child. I've always had a hunch back. And why would I be looking for pairs of things? That doesn't make any sense."

Washu idly rolls her cup between her hands as she starts to make a few connections here and there. As a child, he looked perfectly normal, happy and seemed to be trying to find pairs as if expecting something to happen when he did.

Adult Denzel seemed to be obsessed with faires. Not singular, plural. The key was the discrepancy with his childhood. "Denzel, tell me exactly how you remember your childhood growing up."

Crocker gnaws for a moment or two on his PJs before groaning, "Rockets? Why does this have rockets on them? What am I? Ten?"

There's a pause as Crocker appears to be looking for answers in his cup of coffee. Something was not adding up, "Was I drinking again? No headache..." Twitchy, twitchy, TWITCH.

Rockets. That's one small step for man. One giant leap for mankind. Crocker briefly spaces out as he recalls watching the Moon landing, that is until Vic ruined the moment and still he heard his squeaky voice saying that's why he wants to grow up to be a science, "How foolish I was." He mumbling, all things considered since scientists did create Crocker's downfall. The man's mouth twisting to a sneer, before he covers his ears, "STOP IT! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" Not that there was anyone else in the room. Just all in his head.

There's a beat, as Washu's voice cuts though the hallucination, "Why I remember having a horrible babysitter named - VIC! Who seemed to make it his mission in life to torment however possible.

... Not that my mother believed me when I told the little bit I did see her.

I kept to myself... Expect for my stalker." Groaning again, "Then one day I found this device in my pocket and I started hunting - FAIRIES!" Spazzing in his chair, falls out, "OW!"

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Her eyebrow creeps up as she listens and watches him spazz. Something was definitely not adding up and it didn't involve alcohol. " I already got that your mother was neglectful and never there. First you've mentioned about a babysitter and by the sounds of it, they would have made more money doing S&M porno's."

Washu tilts her now empty cup this way and that as she thinks, just filing away the little metal hallucination of his as another piece of evidence towards something big.

"Things don't just appear in pockets unless you're connected to a piece of subspace. Especially things that prompt a sudden interest in fairies. So what happened to you."

"Well, I don't like speaking about -" The man shallows hard, "Vic." Just managing to utter that out, "He was ruthless, brutal and evil. Why if I still wasn't so afraid of him I might actually like him now."
Expect Vic was soulless like Icky Vicky.

"S & M ?.....Akward." On so many levels, considering sex in general was awkward but my mother and babysitter at it?

Denzel jumps from floor, ok first he rolls over then he jumps from the floor and leans over the table. Which he psychotically rants, "The dinosaur turned into a dog. DOG! OF COURSE THINGS CAN JUST APPEAR IN YOUR POCKETS!"

"Dinosaurs don't turn into dogs. It's a genetic impossibility on Earth." Unless you give a certain genius scientist the right equipment and time to re-sequence DNA. Then it might be possible.

"And no, they can't. Now, from what you're telling me does not match up with the well adjusted little kid that I watched over during the last week or so."

Which, is really making her wonder about his world. Not to mention making her suspect some sort of mental tampering.

Grabbing Washu's shirt collar, "They can and it did! Magically in my hands!" Ok, maybe it was in a box in his hands but still.

There's a pause as he notices what he's doing as he snaps out of la la land and backs off into his chair, "If you're so smart why don't you tell me about my life? Speaking of which that was sarcasm."

Washu raises an eyebrow as she's grabbed then let go. Once he settles back in his seat and she's sure there will be no more grabbing, Washu straightens out her shirt collar and contemplates something.

"Alright then. Here's what I think. You were a good kid, well adjusted despite an absent mother and a babysitter that would make Kagato look like a puppy."

She pauses for a moment to pick up her tea cup once more, poising for a drink before speaking again.

"Somewhere down the like, something happened to you and either your memories got tampered with or whatever trauma it was psychologically messed with your memories. There's too much of a difference between the two aspects of you that I'm pretty sure something like that happened. We just need to figure out what and reverse it."

Denzel was shaking his head wildly in confusion, he still had no idea what Washu was speaking of. But it would explain the PJs he was in...

"Why do you want too? For that matter why do you even care?"

Yet, there was something about her something but he couldn't put his finger on it. There was caring and love for Washu and Crocker couldn't undetstand why. Granted that was there awhile after she kept nursing him but now it seem to go even deeper.

"It's simple really, you're a mystery. I want to solve you." She smiles faintly. It's much more then that. Washu can see how brilliant he is and how helpless he can be.

It's strange really. He's becoming her little guinea pig in much the same way Tenchi did. However, she was viewing him more as a child then a potential lover.

One very annoying, spazzy, neurotic... child. That needed someone to help him. Besides, she could never resist a challenge and he was exactly that.

"Besides, if I didn't try and help you, who would? You're completely helpless without someone to watch out for you."

"What am I? A rubik's cube?" Crocker wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.

"Let me answer that for you - NO ONE!" To be quite honset the man didn't care about his mental or physical state. After all he didn't really have a reason too all of these years and it showed, the man was a doormat in both senses of his mental and physical health. Not that he minds being out of his goddamn mind. Quite frankly, he's just fine with that.

"It's not like I care." Followed by a groan. After all, Washu had to pawn the man to clip his finger nails and he doesn't seem to be trimming those...

Edited 2013-02-12 01:42 (UTC)

"All the more reason for me care." She can tell he doesn't care about his mental or physical health. That's very apparent at first glance. She just didn't know that it was so deep before. Doormat doesn't begin to describe what's wrong with him.

And then she noticed his finger nails. Looks like she needs to pin him down again. "Give me your hands."

Denzel grumbles, "For your information I don't suffer from my insanity. Quite frankly I enjoy every moment of it!" Cue the maniacal laughter, before groaning, "ALRIGHT!"

Surrendering his hands before he's pinned down again.

Edited 2013-02-13 23:44 (UTC)

"You can enjoy your insanity. But the way you enjoy it needs some adjustment." She rolls her eyes at his maniacal laughter and takes his hands. Moments later she has a file and clippers.

The trimming doesn't take long and she lets go. At least he knew better then to fight her.

Denzel twists his face on and off to the extreme sides of his face as she does his nails. The humanity!

"Lay it on me straight. What is it you plan on doing to me exactly?"

She just rolls her eyes at his antics before taking her seat again and returns to her tea. "The plan? Who says I have a plan~?" Complete bullshit and they both knew it.

However, if he did want to know. "My eventual goal is to figure out why there is such a discrepancy in your memories, improve your health and overall appearance and boost your confidence. It also wouldn't hurt to work on your body image issues as well. All things I am well aware will take time to accomplish. But, that's something I have in abundance."

"You spend an awful lot of time trying to keep me clean I thought - Unless I was wrong and misread that?"

There's a pause, "Ah ha! I KNEW IT!"

Another pause as he listens and staring at Washu as she rambles on;

"Why? Why should anyone care on how the fuck I look or my mental health? WHY? WHY?!"

As Crocker shouts about he slams his fist on the table and manages to knock the coffee onto his hand, "OW! DARN IT!"

In all truth, he really didn't understand. Since no one has given any of his health a thought before.

"After all, I am alive." Which is all that matters, "Maybe I only have one kidney but that's besides the point. Not like I drink."

Edited 2013-03-03 22:53 (UTC)

"..I wouldn't call what you are right now 'alive'. It's more like existing." She sighs and takes another sip of her tea. The mess he's making can be taken care of later easily enough.

"Little Denzel, deal with it. I'm making you my little pet project and there is nothing you can do to change my mind." Because, she surprisingly cares about the neurotic boy. He just needs to get it through his thick skull she's not going anywhere and there's no stopping the red-head when she sets her mind to something.

Denzel silently eyes Washu, eyeing her greatly. Maybe she is different then everyone else he's meet. Maybe just maybe.

"Well, I should change and go home."

"You can if you want, I won't stop you. Though I might stop by and see how you're doing sometime soon."

She smiles a little then pushes the plate of cookies towards him. "Take the plate with you."

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