*passes out in his office*

{♞} —

Stumbling upon the girl sound asleep on his examination table, Hatori frowned and watched for a few moments, before an idea began to come to fruition. Smirking deviously, he tip-toed over to his desk and picked up a permanent marker. Carefully, he began scribbling a mustache across her upper lip, and then sat back at his desk to finish to his work for the day. He preened, exceedingly proud of himself for his completely original, not-lame-at-all ‘prank’ he’d just pulled on her.

I finally got her. I pranked her so good.

Hatori: 2. Machi: 3.